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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 94 из 205Word is if the master didn't keep him in line, he'd be damn dangerous.”
“You bet your sweet ass he's dangerous.”
“You know him.” It wasn't a question.
I looked up at Luther. “I need to know where Valentine stays during the day.”
“That's two bits of information for nuthin'. I don't think so.”
“He wears a mask because I doused him with Holy Water about two years ago. Until last night I thought he was dead, and he thought the same about me. He's going to kill me, if he can.”
“You awful hard to kill, Anita.”
“There's a first time, Luther, and that's all it takes.”
“I hear that.” He started polishing already clean glasses. “I don't know. Word gets out we giving you daytime resting places, it could go bad for us. They could burn this place to the ground with us inside.”
“You're right. I don't have a right to ask.” But I sat there on the bar stool, staring at him, willing him to give me what I needed. Risk your life for me old buddy of pal, I'd do the same for you. Riiight.
“If you could swear you wouldn't use the info to kill him, I could tell you,” Luther said.
“It'd be a lie.”
“You got a warrant to kill him?” he asked.
“Not active, but I could get one.”
“Would you wait for it?”
“It's illegal to kill a vampire without a court order of execution,” I said.
He stared at me. “That ain't the question. Would you jump the gun to make sure of the kill?”
“Might.”
He shook his head. “You gonna be up on charges one of these days, girl. Murder is a serious rap.”
I shrugged. “Beats getting your throat torn out.”
He blinked. “Well, now.” He didn't seem to know what to say, so he polished a sparkling glass over and over in his big hands. “I'll have to ask Dave. If he says it's okay, you can have it.”
I finished my orange juice and paid up, a little heavy on the tip to keep things aboveboard. Dave would never admit he helped me because of my tie with the police, so money had to exchange hands, even if it wasn't nearly what the information was worth. “Thanks, Luther.”
“Word on the street is that you met the master last night. That true?”
“You know about that before or after the fact?” I asked.
He looked pained. “Anita, we woulda told you if we'd known, gratis.”
I nodded. “Sorry, Luther, it's been a rough few nights.”
“I'll bet.
“You bet your sweet ass he's dangerous.”
“You know him.” It wasn't a question.
I looked up at Luther. “I need to know where Valentine stays during the day.”
“That's two bits of information for nuthin'. I don't think so.”
“He wears a mask because I doused him with Holy Water about two years ago. Until last night I thought he was dead, and he thought the same about me. He's going to kill me, if he can.”
“You awful hard to kill, Anita.”
“There's a first time, Luther, and that's all it takes.”
“I hear that.” He started polishing already clean glasses. “I don't know. Word gets out we giving you daytime resting places, it could go bad for us. They could burn this place to the ground with us inside.”
“You're right. I don't have a right to ask.” But I sat there on the bar stool, staring at him, willing him to give me what I needed. Risk your life for me old buddy of pal, I'd do the same for you. Riiight.
“If you could swear you wouldn't use the info to kill him, I could tell you,” Luther said.
“It'd be a lie.”
“You got a warrant to kill him?” he asked.
“Not active, but I could get one.”
“Would you wait for it?”
“It's illegal to kill a vampire without a court order of execution,” I said.
He stared at me. “That ain't the question. Would you jump the gun to make sure of the kill?”
“Might.”
He shook his head. “You gonna be up on charges one of these days, girl. Murder is a serious rap.”
I shrugged. “Beats getting your throat torn out.”
He blinked. “Well, now.” He didn't seem to know what to say, so he polished a sparkling glass over and over in his big hands. “I'll have to ask Dave. If he says it's okay, you can have it.”
I finished my orange juice and paid up, a little heavy on the tip to keep things aboveboard. Dave would never admit he helped me because of my tie with the police, so money had to exchange hands, even if it wasn't nearly what the information was worth. “Thanks, Luther.”
“Word on the street is that you met the master last night. That true?”
“You know about that before or after the fact?” I asked.
He looked pained. “Anita, we woulda told you if we'd known, gratis.”
I nodded. “Sorry, Luther, it's been a rough few nights.”
“I'll bet.