Butters shrugged. "If there is, I didn't see it."
I frowned down at the dead man. He was a painfully skinny specimen. His abdomen had been opened with a neat Y incision. There was a lot of blood and disgusting-looking greyish flesh. Broken, jagged bone protruded from the skin of one leg. One hand had been crushed into pulp. And his face...
Looked familiar. I recognized him.
"Butters," I said. "What was this guy's name?"
"Eduardo Mendoza."
"His full name," I said.
"Oh. Uh, Eduardo Antonio Mendoza."
"Antonio," I said. "It's him. It's Tony."
"Who?" Butters asked.
"Bony Tony Mendoza," I said, excited. "He's a smuggler."
Butters tilted his head at me. "A smuggler? Not like Han Solo, I guess."
"No. He's a ballooner."
"What's that?"
I gestured at his head. "He'd done time in a carnival as a sword swallower when he was a kid. He would fill up a balloon with jewels or drugs or whatever other small items he wanted to move around. Then he swallowed the balloon with a string tied to it. Check at the back of his mouth. He'd wedge the string between two of his back teeth and pull the balloon out when the coast was clear."
"That's silly," Butters said, but he went over to the corpse and pried its jaws open. He adjusted an overhead work lamp on a flexible stand and peered down past Bony Tony's teeth. "Holy crap. It's there."
He fished around for a few moments while I went back to the door and picked up my staff. I looked back to see Butters drag from the corpse's mouth a yellow-white condom with its end closed and a heavy piece of kite cord knotted around it.
"What's in it?" I asked.
"Hang on." Butters sliced the condom open with a scalpel and withdrew a small rectangle of dark plastic, about the size of a key chain ornament.
"What is that?" I asked him.
"It's a jump drive," he said, frowning.
"A what?"
"You plug it into your computer so you can store data on it when you want to move files around to other machines."
"Information," I said, frowning. "Bony Tony was smuggling information. Something Grevane needed to know. Maybe the two out front wanted it too. Maybe that's why he got killed."
"Ugh," Butters said.
"Can you read the information?" I asked him.
"Maybe," he said. "I can try another machine."
"Not now," I said. "No time. We need to get out of here."
"Why?"
"Because things have just become a lot more dangerous."
"They have?" Butters chewed on his lip. "Why?"
"Because," I said. "Bony Tony worked for John Marcone."
Chapter Fifteen
Gentleman Johnnie Marcone was the most powerful figure in Chicago 's criminal underworld. If there was an illegal enterprise afoot, Marcone was either in charge of it or had been paid for the privilege of its operating in his territory. Bony Tony had done most of a dime in a federal penitentiary for trafficking in narcotics, and after that he'd moved into less politically incorrect areas of the business. He mostly dealt in moving stolen goods, everything from jewels to hot furniture.
I wasn't sure exactly where Bony Tony ranked in Marcone's criminal hierarchy, but Marcone wasn't the sort of person who would take the murder of one of his people lightly-not without his approval, at any rate. Marcone would know about Bony Tony's death soon, if he didn't already. He was sure to get involved in one fashion or another, and the best way for him to get to whoever had killed Bony Tony would be to get his hands on whatever it was they wanted.
I had to get Butters somewhere safe, the quicker the better. But until I knew what was on that storage device, I couldn't judge what would be safe for him and what wouldn't.
"Harry," Butters said, as if he was repeating himself.
I blinked a couple of times. "What?"
"Do you want to hang on to this?" he said in the same tone. He stepped over to me and offered me the little slip of plastic.
"No!" I snapped, and took two steps back. "Butters, get that the hell away from me."
He froze in place, staring at me, his expression somewhere between confused and wounded. "I'm sorry."
I took in a deep breath. Where the hell was my concentration? This was no time to start spacing out on trains of thought, no matter how relevant to the circumstances. "Don't be," I said. "Look, that thing doesn't have any moving parts, right? Electronic storage?"
"Yeah."
"Then I don't dare touch it," I said. "Remember how messed up my X-rays were?"
He nodded. "You're saying that the data on here could get messed up the same way."
"I couldn't ever have cassette tapes after I started working magic," I said. "They'd just fade away into static after a while. The magnetic strips on my credit cards stopped working in a day or two."
Butters chewed on his lip and nodded slowly. "The data on the jump drive would be even more fragile than a magnetic strip. It might make sense if it was some kind of erratic electromagnetic field around you. Every human body gives off a unique field of electromagnetic energy. It could be like with your cell replication, that your field is more-"
"Butters," I said, "no time for that now. The important thing is that I don't dare touch that toy." I frowned, thinking out loud. "Or take it back to my place, either. The wards keep magic out, but they keep it in, too. It would probably fry it to hang around in there for too long. Even working any heavy energy around it could be dangerous."
"Well, that's stupid," Butters said. "I mean, storing important wizard information on something that getting close to a wizard would destroy."
"It's not stupid if you want to sell it to a wizard and you're worried the buyer might off you instead of dealing in good faith," I said.
Butters looked at the corpse and then back at me. "You think Grevane killed Bony Tony?"
"Yeah," I said. "But Grevane knew that he couldn't get to the information on that jump drive on his own."
Butters swallowed. "Which explains why he needed me."
"Yeah." I chewed on my lip for a second and then said, "Get Bony Tony back in the fridge. We're leaving."
Butters nodded and went back to the examining table. He threw the cloth over the corpse. "Where?"
"Can you read that thing here?"