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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 154 из 205“You will learn, Miss Blake. If it becomes too much for you, remember our church is here to help.” He closed the door in my face. Softly.
I stared at the door. “And what is that supposed to mean?” I whispered. No one answered me.
I put away my gun and spotted a small door marked “Exit.” I took it. The church was softly lit, candles maybe. Voices rose on the night air, singing. I didn't recognize the words. The tune was Bringing in the Sheaves. I caught one phrase: “We will live forever, never more to die.”
I hurried to my car and tried not to listen to the song. There was something frightening about all those voices raised skyward, worshipping … what? Themselves? Eternal youth? Blood? What? Another question that I didn't have an answer to.
Edward was my murderer. The question was, could I turn him over to Nikolaos? Could I turn over a human being to the monsters, even to save myself? Another question that I didn't have an answer for. Two days ago I would have said no. Now I just didn't know.
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I didn't want to go back to my apartment. Edward would be coming tonight. Tell him where Nikolaos slept in daylight or he'd force the information from me. Complicated enough. Now, I thought he was my murderer. Very complicated.
The best thing I could think of was to avoid him. That wouldn't work forever, but maybe I'd have a brainstorm and figure it all out. All right, there wasn't much chance of that, but one could always hope.
Maybe Ronnie would have a message for me. Something helpful. God knows I needed all the help I could get. I pulled the car into a service station that had a pay phone out front. I had one of those high-tech answering machines that allowed me to read my messages without having to go home for them. Maybe I could avoid Edward all night, if I slept in a hotel. Sigh. If I'd had any solid proof at all right that minute, I'd have called the police.
I heard the tape whir and click; then, “Anita, it's Willie, they got Phillip. The guy you was with. They're hurtin' him, bad! You gotta come-“ The phone went dead, abruptly. Like he'd been cut off.
My stomach tightened. A second message came up. “This is you know who. You've heard Willie's message. Come and get it, animator. I don't really have to threaten your pretty lover, do I?” Nikolaos's laughter filled the phone, scratchy and distant with tape.
There was a loud click and Edward's voice came over the phone. “Anita, tell me where you are. I can help you.”
“They'll kill Phillip,” I said.
I stared at the door. “And what is that supposed to mean?” I whispered. No one answered me.
I put away my gun and spotted a small door marked “Exit.” I took it. The church was softly lit, candles maybe. Voices rose on the night air, singing. I didn't recognize the words. The tune was Bringing in the Sheaves. I caught one phrase: “We will live forever, never more to die.”
I hurried to my car and tried not to listen to the song. There was something frightening about all those voices raised skyward, worshipping … what? Themselves? Eternal youth? Blood? What? Another question that I didn't have an answer to.
Edward was my murderer. The question was, could I turn him over to Nikolaos? Could I turn over a human being to the monsters, even to save myself? Another question that I didn't have an answer for. Two days ago I would have said no. Now I just didn't know.
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I didn't want to go back to my apartment. Edward would be coming tonight. Tell him where Nikolaos slept in daylight or he'd force the information from me. Complicated enough. Now, I thought he was my murderer. Very complicated.
The best thing I could think of was to avoid him. That wouldn't work forever, but maybe I'd have a brainstorm and figure it all out. All right, there wasn't much chance of that, but one could always hope.
Maybe Ronnie would have a message for me. Something helpful. God knows I needed all the help I could get. I pulled the car into a service station that had a pay phone out front. I had one of those high-tech answering machines that allowed me to read my messages without having to go home for them. Maybe I could avoid Edward all night, if I slept in a hotel. Sigh. If I'd had any solid proof at all right that minute, I'd have called the police.
I heard the tape whir and click; then, “Anita, it's Willie, they got Phillip. The guy you was with. They're hurtin' him, bad! You gotta come-“ The phone went dead, abruptly. Like he'd been cut off.
My stomach tightened. A second message came up. “This is you know who. You've heard Willie's message. Come and get it, animator. I don't really have to threaten your pretty lover, do I?” Nikolaos's laughter filled the phone, scratchy and distant with tape.
There was a loud click and Edward's voice came over the phone. “Anita, tell me where you are. I can help you.”
“They'll kill Phillip,” I said.