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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 86 из 205She's tryingto help us,” Phillip said.
“Why?” she asked.
It was a good question. I had scared her and made her cry. I answered her question. “The master of the city made me an offer I couldn't refuse.”
She stared at me, studying my face, like she was committing me to memory. “I don't believe you,” she said.
I shrugged. That's what you get for telling the truth. Someone calls you a liar. Most people will accept a likely lie to an unlikely truth. In fact, they prefer it.
“How could any vampire threaten The Executioner?” she asked.
I sighed. “I'm not the bogeyman, Rebecca. Have you ever met The master of the city?”
“No.”
“Then you'll have to trust me. I am scared shitless of the master. Anybody in their right mind would be.”
She still looked unconvinced, but she started talking. Her small, light voice told the same story she'd told the police. Bland and useless as a new-minted penny.
“Rebecca, I am trying to catch the person, or thing, that killed your boyfriend. Please help me.”
Phillip hugged her. “Tell her what you told me.”
She glanced at him, then back at me. She sucked her lower hp in and scraped it with her upper teeth, thoughtful. She took a deep, shaky breath. “We were at a freak party that night.”
I blinked, then tried to sound reasonably intelligent. “I know a freak is someone who likes vampires. Is a freak party what I think it is?”
Phillip was the one who nodded. “I go to them a lot.” He wouldn't look at me while he said it. “You can have a vampire most any way you want it. And they can have you.” He darted a glance at my face, then down again. Maybe he didn't like what he saw.
I tried to keep my face blank, but I wasn't having much luck. A freak party, dear God. But it was somewhere to start. “Did anything special happen at the party?” I asked.
She blinked at me, face blank, as if she didn't understand. I tried again. “Did anything out of the ordinary happen at the freak party?” When in doubt, change your vocabulary.
She stared down into her lap and shook her head. Long, dark hair trailed over her face like a thin curtain.
“Did Maurice have any enemies that you know of?”
Rebecca shook her head without even looking up. I glimpsed her eyes through her hair like a frightened rabbit staring out from behind a bush. Did she have more information, or had I used her up? If I pushed she'd break, shatter, and maybe a clue would come spilling out, then again, maybe not.
“Why?” she asked.
It was a good question. I had scared her and made her cry. I answered her question. “The master of the city made me an offer I couldn't refuse.”
She stared at me, studying my face, like she was committing me to memory. “I don't believe you,” she said.
I shrugged. That's what you get for telling the truth. Someone calls you a liar. Most people will accept a likely lie to an unlikely truth. In fact, they prefer it.
“How could any vampire threaten The Executioner?” she asked.
I sighed. “I'm not the bogeyman, Rebecca. Have you ever met The master of the city?”
“No.”
“Then you'll have to trust me. I am scared shitless of the master. Anybody in their right mind would be.”
She still looked unconvinced, but she started talking. Her small, light voice told the same story she'd told the police. Bland and useless as a new-minted penny.
“Rebecca, I am trying to catch the person, or thing, that killed your boyfriend. Please help me.”
Phillip hugged her. “Tell her what you told me.”
She glanced at him, then back at me. She sucked her lower hp in and scraped it with her upper teeth, thoughtful. She took a deep, shaky breath. “We were at a freak party that night.”
I blinked, then tried to sound reasonably intelligent. “I know a freak is someone who likes vampires. Is a freak party what I think it is?”
Phillip was the one who nodded. “I go to them a lot.” He wouldn't look at me while he said it. “You can have a vampire most any way you want it. And they can have you.” He darted a glance at my face, then down again. Maybe he didn't like what he saw.
I tried to keep my face blank, but I wasn't having much luck. A freak party, dear God. But it was somewhere to start. “Did anything special happen at the party?” I asked.
She blinked at me, face blank, as if she didn't understand. I tried again. “Did anything out of the ordinary happen at the freak party?” When in doubt, change your vocabulary.
She stared down into her lap and shook her head. Long, dark hair trailed over her face like a thin curtain.
“Did Maurice have any enemies that you know of?”
Rebecca shook her head without even looking up. I glimpsed her eyes through her hair like a frightened rabbit staring out from behind a bush. Did she have more information, or had I used her up? If I pushed she'd break, shatter, and maybe a clue would come spilling out, then again, maybe not.