thomas favor

Thomas frowned at me. "You at least could have told me!"
"I did tell you," I said. "I told you at Mac's that I'd give you a ride home, but that I had to run an errand first."
Thomas scowled. "An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo."
"Next time take the El."
He glared at me. "Where are we going?"
"O'Hare."
"Why?"
I waved vaguely at the backseat. "Returning stolen property to my client. He wants to get it back to Tibet, pronto."
"Anything else you're neglecting to tell me? Ninja wombats or something?"
"I wanted you to see how it feels," I said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, Thomas. You never go to Mac's place to hang out and chum around. You're wealthy, you've got connections, and you're a freaking vampire. You didn't need me to give you a ride home. You could have taken a cab, called for a limo, or talked some woman into taking you."
Thomas's scowl faded away, replaced by a careful, expressionless mask. "Oh? Then why am I here?"
I shrugged. "Doesn't look like you showed up to bushwhack me. I guess you're here to talk."
"Razor intellect. You should be a private investigator or something."
"You going to sit there insulting me, or are you going to talk?"
"Yeah," Thomas said. "I need a favor."
I snorted. "What favor? You do remember that technically we're at war, right? Wizards versus vampires? Ring any bells?"
"If you like, you can pretend that I'm employing subversive tactics as part of a fiendishly elaborate ruse meant to manipulate you," Thomas said.
"Good," I said. "'Cause if I went to all the trouble of starting a war and you didn't want to participate it would hurt my feelings."
He grinned. "I bet you're wondering whose side I'm on."
"No." I snorted. "You're on Thomas's side."
The grin widened. Thomas has the kind of whiter-than-white boyish grin that makes women's panties spontaneously evaporate. "Granted. But I've done you some favors over the past couple of years."


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