"Then why are you hiding?"
"A witness reported me leaving the scene of a murder. If someone identifies me, I'm going to spend the next day or so getting questioned, and that won't help Shiro."
Michael's brow knitted in concern. "True. Do the police know of the Denarians?"
"Probably not. SI isn't on the case. Probably they've been told they're some kind of terrorists and to be considered dangerous."
The cabby in front of us finally finished up, and Michael pulled away from the loading zone and toward the parking lot. "That isn't good enough. We can't have them there."
"As long as the police are around, it will restrict the Denarians' movements. Make them keep their heads down and play nice."
Michael shook his head. "Most supernatural creatures will hesitate before killing a mortal police officer. But Nicodemus won't. He has nothing but contempt for mortal authorities. If we confront him, he will kill anyone who attempts to stop him, as well as taking hostages to use against us."
Sanya nodded. "Not to mention that if this plague curse is as formidable as you say, it would be dangerous to those nearby."
"It's worse than that," I said.
Michael rolled the steering wheel toward a parking space. "How so?"
"Forthill told me that the Denarians get a power boost from hurting people, right? Causing mayhem and destruction?"
"Yes," Michael said.
"The curse is only going to last a few days, but while it does it's going to make the Black Death look like chicken pox. That's why he's here. It's one of the busiest international terminals on the planet."
"Mother of God," Michael swore.
Sanya whistled. "Flights from here go directly to every major nation in the world. If the Denarians' plague is easily communicable -"
"I think I pretty well summed that up with the Black Death comment, Sanya."
The Russian shrugged. "Sorry. What do we do?"
"We call in a bomb threat. Clear out the people and shut down the planes."
"We need to be inside immediately," Sanya said. "How long would it take the authorities to react?"
"It would only work if I knew who to call to get an immediate reaction."
"Do you?" Sanya asked.
I held out my hand out to Michael. He slapped his cell phone into it. "No," I said. "But I know someone who does."
I called Murphy, trying to remain calm and hoping that the phone didn't explode against my head. When I got the connection, it was cloudy with bursts of static, but I managed to tell her what was going on.
"You're insane, Dresden," Murphy said. "Do you know how incredibly irresponsible-and illegal-it is to falsify a bomb threat?"
"Yeah. Less irresponsible than letting cops and civilians get in these people's way."
Murphy was quiet for a second, and then asked, "How dangerous are they?"
"Worse than the loup-garou," I said.
"I'll make the call."
"Did you get in touch with him?" I asked.
"I think so, yes. Do you need any more muscle?"
"Got plenty," I said. "What I'm short on is time. Please hurry."
"Be careful, Harry."
I hung up the phone and got out of the truck. Michael and Sanya came with me. "Murphy's going to report a bomb threat. The cops will clear everyone out of the building. That will clear out the area for us."
"Leaving the Denarians without anyone to infect, or take hostage," Sanya said.
"That's the idea. After that, they'll call in the bomb squad and backup. We'll have twenty minutes, tops, to take advantage of the confusion."
Michael unlocked the tool locker in the back of the pickup, and drew out Shiro's cane. He tied a strap to it and slung it over his shoulder. While he did, Sanya buckled Esperacchius to his hip, then drew a freaking assault rifle out of the tool locker.
"Kalashnikov, isn't it?" I asked. "That's an extremely Chuck Heston look for the Knights of the Cross."
Sanya slapped a magazine into the weapon, chambered a round, and made sure the gun's safety was on. "I consider myself a progressive."
"Too random for my taste," Michael said. "Too easy to hurt the wrong person."
"Maybe," Sanya said. "But the only people inside should be the Denarians, yes?"
"And Shiro," I said.
"I will not shoot Shiro," Sanya assured me.
Michael buckled Amoracchius onto his hip. "How much longer will it take?"
The buzzing ring of a fire alarm blared from the concourse, and the police got together. A grizzled detective in a bad suit took charge and started directing suits and uniforms around. People started hurrying out of the concourse.
"Ask and ye shall receive," I said. "Let's circle around. Get in through one of the service entrances."
Sanya slipped the assault rifle into an over-the-shoulder sports bag, but kept one hand on the stock. Michael nodded to me, and I took the lead. We circled around the building until we could see some of the planes. Ground crews were rushing around in confusion, and several guys with orange flashlights were waving them at flight crews, directing the wallowing jets away from the ramps to the concourse.
We had to climb a fence and drop down a ten-foot retaining wall to get behind the concourse, but in the dark and the confusion no one noticed us. I led us through a ground-crew door and through a room that was part garage and part baggage storage. Emergency lights were on and fire alarms still jangled. I passed a section of wall covered with calendar pinup girls, pictures of trucks, and a map of the concourse.
"Whoa, stop," I said. Sanya bumped into my back. I glowered at him, and then peered at the map.
"Here," I said, pointing at a marked door. "We'll come out on this stairway."
"Midway through," Michael noted. "Which way do we go?"
"Split up," Sanya suggested.
Michael and I said, "Bad idea," at precisely the same time.
"Think," I muttered, mostly to myself. "If I were an arrogant psychotic demon-collaborating terrorist out to trigger an apocalypse, where would I be?"
Sanya leaned over to look at the map and said, "The chapel."
"The chapel," said Michael.
"The chapel," I echoed. "Down this hall, up the stairs, and to the left."
We ran down the hall and up the stairs. I pushed open the door and heard a recorded voice telling me to be calm and proceed to the nearest exit. I checked my right before I did my left, and it saved my life.