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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"Did you speak with someone about finding a wererat today?"
"As a matter of fact, I did."
My stomach hurt. "When and where was the appointment set up?"
"This morning, about six. Mr. Fane wanted to get it in before he had to go to work."
"Where?"
"Her house."
"Give me the address."
"What's wrong?"
"I think Elvira Drew may have set him up to be killed."
"You are kidding me, right?"
"Address, Bert."
He gave it to me.
"I may not be in for work tonight."
"Anita. ."
"Save it, Bert. If he gets killed, we set him up."
"Fine, fine. Do what you have to."
I hung up. It was a first, Bert giving in. If I hadn't known that visions of lawsuits were dancing in his head, I'd have been more impressed.
I went back to our little group. No one was talking to anyone. "There have been seven shapeshifters taken in this area."
"What are you talking about?" Dolph asked.
I shook my head. "Just listen." I told him everything about the disappearances. Ending with, "Two more shifters have gone missing. I think whoever skinned the naga thought he was a lycanthrope. It is possible by magic to take a shifter's skin and use it to shapeshift yourself. You get all of the advantages, greater strength, speed, etc. . and you are not tied to the moon."
"Why didn't it work with the naga?" Zerbrowski asked.
"He's immortal. The shifter has to die at the end of the spell."
"We know why. Now, where the hell are they?" Dolph asked.
"I've got an address," I said.
"How?"
"I'll explain on the way. The spell doesn't work until dark, but we can't take the chance they'll keep them alive. They have to be worried that the naga healed enough to talk."
"After seeing him last night, I wouldn't be," Zerbrowski said.
"You're not a witch," I said.
We left. I would have liked Edward at my back. If we did find renegade witches and a few shapeshifters on the night of the full moon, Edward at my back was not a bad idea. But I couldn't figure out how to manage it. Dolph and Zerbrowski were no slouches, but they were cops. They aren't allowed to shoot people without giving them every opportunity to give up. Elvira Drew had skinned a naga. I wasn't sure I wanted to give her an opportunity. I wasn't sure we'd survive it.
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Elvira Drew's house was a narrow two-story set off from the road by a thick line of bushes and trees. You couldn't even see the yard before you turned into the driveway.
"Did you speak with someone about finding a wererat today?"
"As a matter of fact, I did."
My stomach hurt. "When and where was the appointment set up?"
"This morning, about six. Mr. Fane wanted to get it in before he had to go to work."
"Where?"
"Her house."
"Give me the address."
"What's wrong?"
"I think Elvira Drew may have set him up to be killed."
"You are kidding me, right?"
"Address, Bert."
He gave it to me.
"I may not be in for work tonight."
"Anita. ."
"Save it, Bert. If he gets killed, we set him up."
"Fine, fine. Do what you have to."
I hung up. It was a first, Bert giving in. If I hadn't known that visions of lawsuits were dancing in his head, I'd have been more impressed.
I went back to our little group. No one was talking to anyone. "There have been seven shapeshifters taken in this area."
"What are you talking about?" Dolph asked.
I shook my head. "Just listen." I told him everything about the disappearances. Ending with, "Two more shifters have gone missing. I think whoever skinned the naga thought he was a lycanthrope. It is possible by magic to take a shifter's skin and use it to shapeshift yourself. You get all of the advantages, greater strength, speed, etc. . and you are not tied to the moon."
"Why didn't it work with the naga?" Zerbrowski asked.
"He's immortal. The shifter has to die at the end of the spell."
"We know why. Now, where the hell are they?" Dolph asked.
"I've got an address," I said.
"How?"
"I'll explain on the way. The spell doesn't work until dark, but we can't take the chance they'll keep them alive. They have to be worried that the naga healed enough to talk."
"After seeing him last night, I wouldn't be," Zerbrowski said.
"You're not a witch," I said.
We left. I would have liked Edward at my back. If we did find renegade witches and a few shapeshifters on the night of the full moon, Edward at my back was not a bad idea. But I couldn't figure out how to manage it. Dolph and Zerbrowski were no slouches, but they were cops. They aren't allowed to shoot people without giving them every opportunity to give up. Elvira Drew had skinned a naga. I wasn't sure I wanted to give her an opportunity. I wasn't sure we'd survive it.
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Elvira Drew's house was a narrow two-story set off from the road by a thick line of bushes and trees. You couldn't even see the yard before you turned into the driveway.