Okay, I admit it. Life is never dull when transporting a wizard on his crusade against the Nevernever. It isn’t exactly a Sunday picnic either. What with all the vampires and a mysterious man brandishing a sacred sword, it is a wonder my upholstery hasn’t been shredded more often. Honestly, I am getting too old for this.
Then there is Harry. Sometimes I think he is more dangerous. I never know when another part of me will fizzle out – or explode! It is not my fault my clock no longer works. Wizards have a way of playing havoc with my electrics. That is what Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden is – a wizard; the only one in the yellow pages. Unofficial Police paranormal consultant, he is under-worked and underpaid; always off somewhere, chasing the darker forces.
When I finally get to have some real fun kicking up some real speed – not bad for a girl in her fifties – Harry abandons me. I get nabbed by the cops and left to languish in the impound yard.
Harry’s lady cop friend, Murphy, came to the rescue. At least she has some respect for me. She paid to have me repaired. I may be easy to fix but, hey, a new coat of blue paint would not go astray. My patchwork paintjob doesn’t exactly exude a professional appearance.
Now Harry is off chasing Nightmare ghosts. If it wasn’t for me, he would be left stranded and probably end up a ghost himself.