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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 212 из 234I think I can handle it." He had a faraway look in his eyes as if he were hearing voices I would never know.
"All right. Let's go, but we're going to save Williams. I think the weres are close to his place, but I don't know exactly where."
He was standing there with his long duster coat on. He was wearing a white T-shirt, a pair of jeans with one knee gone, and a pair of less than reputable shoes.
"Why the scuffy clothes?"
"If I shift in my clothes, they're always torn apart. Precaution. You ready?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go," he said. There was something about him that was different. A waiting tension like water just before it spills over the edge. When I looked into his brown eyes, something slid behind them. Some furred shape was inside there, waiting to get out.
I realized what I was sensing from him. Eagerness. Richard's beast was looking out of his true brown eyes, and it was eager to be about its business.
What could I say? We went.
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Edward was leaning against my Jeep, arms crossed, breath fogging in the air. The temperature had dropped by twenty degrees with the dark. The freeze was back on. All the meltwater had turned to ice. The snow crunched underfoot.
"What are you doing here, Edward?"
"I was about to come up to your apartment when I saw you coming down."
"What do you want?"
"I want to play," he said.
I stared at him. "Just like that. You don't know what I'm involved in, but you want a piece of it."
"Following you around lets me kill a lot of people."
Sad, but true. "I don't have time to argue. Get in."
He slid in the backseat. "Who exactly are we going to kill tonight?"
Richard started the engine. I buckled up. "Let's see. There's a renegade policeman, and whoever's kidnapped seven shapeshifters."
"The witches didn't do it?"
"Not all of it."
"You think I'll get to kill any lycanthropes tonight?" He was teasing Richard, I think.
Richard wasn't offended. "I've been thinking about who could have taken them all without a struggle. It had to be someone they trusted."
"Who would they trust?" I asked.
"One of us," he said.
"Oh, boy," Edward said, "lycanthrope on the menu for tonight."
Richard didn't correct him. If it was all right with him, it was all right with me.
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Williams lay crumpled on his side. He'd been shot at close range through the heart. Two shots. So much for the doctorate.
One hand was wrapped around a.
"All right. Let's go, but we're going to save Williams. I think the weres are close to his place, but I don't know exactly where."
He was standing there with his long duster coat on. He was wearing a white T-shirt, a pair of jeans with one knee gone, and a pair of less than reputable shoes.
"Why the scuffy clothes?"
"If I shift in my clothes, they're always torn apart. Precaution. You ready?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go," he said. There was something about him that was different. A waiting tension like water just before it spills over the edge. When I looked into his brown eyes, something slid behind them. Some furred shape was inside there, waiting to get out.
I realized what I was sensing from him. Eagerness. Richard's beast was looking out of his true brown eyes, and it was eager to be about its business.
What could I say? We went.
38
Edward was leaning against my Jeep, arms crossed, breath fogging in the air. The temperature had dropped by twenty degrees with the dark. The freeze was back on. All the meltwater had turned to ice. The snow crunched underfoot.
"What are you doing here, Edward?"
"I was about to come up to your apartment when I saw you coming down."
"What do you want?"
"I want to play," he said.
I stared at him. "Just like that. You don't know what I'm involved in, but you want a piece of it."
"Following you around lets me kill a lot of people."
Sad, but true. "I don't have time to argue. Get in."
He slid in the backseat. "Who exactly are we going to kill tonight?"
Richard started the engine. I buckled up. "Let's see. There's a renegade policeman, and whoever's kidnapped seven shapeshifters."
"The witches didn't do it?"
"Not all of it."
"You think I'll get to kill any lycanthropes tonight?" He was teasing Richard, I think.
Richard wasn't offended. "I've been thinking about who could have taken them all without a struggle. It had to be someone they trusted."
"Who would they trust?" I asked.
"One of us," he said.
"Oh, boy," Edward said, "lycanthrope on the menu for tonight."
Richard didn't correct him. If it was all right with him, it was all right with me.
39
Williams lay crumpled on his side. He'd been shot at close range through the heart. Two shots. So much for the doctorate.
One hand was wrapped around a.