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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 223 из 234From this distance I couldn't really see them clearly but I knew what they were. Edward was going to pick the lock. We could be out in the woods before they knew we were missing. The night was looking up.
Edward settled back against the bars, one arm on either side of the lock, a pick in each hand. His eyes were closed, his face blank, all concentration to his hands.
Jason made a small sound low in his chest. He crawled towards me, two slow, dragging steps. His head flung upward. His eyes were still the innocent blue of spring skies but there was nobody home now. He looked at me as though he could see inside my body, watch my heart thudding in my chest, smell the blood in my veins. It was not a human look.
"Jason," Richard said, "hold on. We'll be free in a few minutes. Just hold on."
Jason didn't react. I don't think he heard.
I thought the few minutes was being overly optimistic, but hey, I was willing to believe it if Jason would.
Jason crawled towards me. I plastered my back against the cage bars. "Edward, how are you coming with that lock?"
"These are not the tools I would have chosen for this particular lock, but I'll get it."
There was something in the way Jason crawled towards me, as if he had muscles in places that he shouldn't have. "Make it soon, Edward."
He didn't answer me. I didn't have to look to know that he was working at the lock. I had every faith that he'd unlock the door. I backed down the bars, trying to keep an even distance between me and the werewolf. Edward would get the door open, but would it be in time? That was the $64,000 question.
A sound at the entrance caused me to glance back. Carmichael stepped into the cavern. He had the 9mm in his hand. He smiled. It was the happiest I'd seen him.
Edward ignored him, working at the lock as if an armed man hadn't stepped into the room.
Carmichael raised the gun and pointed it at Edward. "Get away from the lock, now." He cocked the hammer back, not necessary, but always dramatic. "We don't need you alive. Stop. . working. . on. . the. . lock." He stepped closer with each word.
Edward looked up at him. His face was still blank, as if his concentration were still in his hands, not quite focused on the gun being pointed at him.
"Throw the tools away from you. Right now."
Edward stared at him. His expression never changed but he tossed the two small tools away.
"Take the complete kit out of your pocket and toss it out of the cage. Don't even try to say you don't have one. If you've got those two pieces, you've got the rest.
Edward settled back against the bars, one arm on either side of the lock, a pick in each hand. His eyes were closed, his face blank, all concentration to his hands.
Jason made a small sound low in his chest. He crawled towards me, two slow, dragging steps. His head flung upward. His eyes were still the innocent blue of spring skies but there was nobody home now. He looked at me as though he could see inside my body, watch my heart thudding in my chest, smell the blood in my veins. It was not a human look.
"Jason," Richard said, "hold on. We'll be free in a few minutes. Just hold on."
Jason didn't react. I don't think he heard.
I thought the few minutes was being overly optimistic, but hey, I was willing to believe it if Jason would.
Jason crawled towards me. I plastered my back against the cage bars. "Edward, how are you coming with that lock?"
"These are not the tools I would have chosen for this particular lock, but I'll get it."
There was something in the way Jason crawled towards me, as if he had muscles in places that he shouldn't have. "Make it soon, Edward."
He didn't answer me. I didn't have to look to know that he was working at the lock. I had every faith that he'd unlock the door. I backed down the bars, trying to keep an even distance between me and the werewolf. Edward would get the door open, but would it be in time? That was the $64,000 question.
A sound at the entrance caused me to glance back. Carmichael stepped into the cavern. He had the 9mm in his hand. He smiled. It was the happiest I'd seen him.
Edward ignored him, working at the lock as if an armed man hadn't stepped into the room.
Carmichael raised the gun and pointed it at Edward. "Get away from the lock, now." He cocked the hammer back, not necessary, but always dramatic. "We don't need you alive. Stop. . working. . on. . the. . lock." He stepped closer with each word.
Edward looked up at him. His face was still blank, as if his concentration were still in his hands, not quite focused on the gun being pointed at him.
"Throw the tools away from you. Right now."
Edward stared at him. His expression never changed but he tossed the two small tools away.
"Take the complete kit out of your pocket and toss it out of the cage. Don't even try to say you don't have one. If you've got those two pieces, you've got the rest.