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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 186 из 205I don't know what you're into this time, but it sounds bad.”
He was fishing, and I knew it. “Good night, Irving.” I hung up before he could ask any more questions.
I called Dolph's home phone number. I don't know why it couldn't wait until morning, but I had almost died tonight. If I did die, I wanted someone to hunt Zachary down.
Dolph answered on the sixth ring. His voice sounded gruff with sleep. “Yes.”
“This is Anita Blake, Dolph.”
“What's wrong?” His voice sounded almost alert.
“I know who the murderer is.”
“Tell me.”
I told him. He took notes and asked questions. The biggest question came at the end. “Can you prove any of this?”
“I can prove he wears a gris-gris. I can testify that he confessed to me. He tried to kill me; that I witnessed personally.”
“It's going to be a tough sell to a jury or a judge.”
“I know.”
“I'll see what I can find out.”
“We've almost got a solid case on him, Dolph.”
“True, but it all hinges on you being alive to testify.”
“Yeah, I'll be careful.”
“You come down tomorrow and get all this information recorded officially.”
“I will.”
“Good work.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Good night, Anita.”
“Good night, Dolph.”
I eased back into the car. “We have a meeting with the wererats in forty-five minutes.”
“Why is it so important?” he asked.
“Because I think they can show us a back way into Nikolaos's lair. If we come in the front door, we'll never make it.” I started the car and pulled out into the road.
“Who else did you call?” he asked.
So he had been paying attention. “The police.”
“What?”
Edward never likes dealing with the police. Fancy that. “If Zachary manages to kill me, I want someone else to be looking into it.”
He was silent for a little while. Then he asked, “Tell me about Nikolaos.”
I shrugged. “She's a sadistic monster, and she's over a thousand years old.”
“I look forward to meeting her.”
“Don't,” I said.
“We've killed master vampires before, Anita. She's just one more.”
“No. Nikolaos is at least a thousand years old. I don't think I've ever been so frightened of anything in my life.”
He was silent, face unreadable.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“That I love a challenge.
He was fishing, and I knew it. “Good night, Irving.” I hung up before he could ask any more questions.
I called Dolph's home phone number. I don't know why it couldn't wait until morning, but I had almost died tonight. If I did die, I wanted someone to hunt Zachary down.
Dolph answered on the sixth ring. His voice sounded gruff with sleep. “Yes.”
“This is Anita Blake, Dolph.”
“What's wrong?” His voice sounded almost alert.
“I know who the murderer is.”
“Tell me.”
I told him. He took notes and asked questions. The biggest question came at the end. “Can you prove any of this?”
“I can prove he wears a gris-gris. I can testify that he confessed to me. He tried to kill me; that I witnessed personally.”
“It's going to be a tough sell to a jury or a judge.”
“I know.”
“I'll see what I can find out.”
“We've almost got a solid case on him, Dolph.”
“True, but it all hinges on you being alive to testify.”
“Yeah, I'll be careful.”
“You come down tomorrow and get all this information recorded officially.”
“I will.”
“Good work.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Good night, Anita.”
“Good night, Dolph.”
I eased back into the car. “We have a meeting with the wererats in forty-five minutes.”
“Why is it so important?” he asked.
“Because I think they can show us a back way into Nikolaos's lair. If we come in the front door, we'll never make it.” I started the car and pulled out into the road.
“Who else did you call?” he asked.
So he had been paying attention. “The police.”
“What?”
Edward never likes dealing with the police. Fancy that. “If Zachary manages to kill me, I want someone else to be looking into it.”
He was silent for a little while. Then he asked, “Tell me about Nikolaos.”
I shrugged. “She's a sadistic monster, and she's over a thousand years old.”
“I look forward to meeting her.”
“Don't,” I said.
“We've killed master vampires before, Anita. She's just one more.”
“No. Nikolaos is at least a thousand years old. I don't think I've ever been so frightened of anything in my life.”
He was silent, face unreadable.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“That I love a challenge.