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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 72 из 234" I wasn't usually that blunt on a phone message, but hey, it was Edward. He knew me. Besides, he didn't appreciate social niceties.
I set the alarm, turned off the light, and cuddled into the blankets, my faithful penguin at my side. The phone rang before I'd gotten warm. I waited for the machine to pick up; after the eighth ring I gave up. I'd forgotten to turn on the machine. Great.
"This better be important," I said.
"You said to call soon." It was Edward.
I pulled the receiver under the blankets with me. "Hi, Edward."
"Hi."
"Why are you in town? And why were you at the Lunatic Cafe?"
"Why were you?"
"It is nearly six in the freaking morning, I haven't been to sleep yet. I don't have time for games."
"What was in the folder you had? There was fresh blood on it. Whose blood was it?"
I sighed. I wasn't sure what to tell him. He might be a great deal of help, or he could kill people that I was supposed to be helping. Choices, choices.
"I can't tell you shit until I know if I'm endangering people."
"I never hunt people, you know that."
"So you are on a hunt."
"Yes."
"What this time?"
"Shapeshifters."
Figures. "Who?"
"I don't have any names yet."
"Then how do you know who to kill?"
"I've got film."
"Film?"
"Come to my hotel room tomorrow and I'll show you the film. I'll tell you everything I know."
"You're not usually this obliging. What's the catch?"
"No catch. You might be able to identify them, that's all."
"I don't know a lot of shapeshifters," I said.
"Fine, just come, see what I have."
He sounded so sure of himself, but then he always did. "Okay, where are you staying?"
"Adams Mark. Do you need directions?"
"No, I can get there. When?"
"Do you work tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Then at your convenience, of course."
He was being too damn polite. "How long will your little presentation take?"
"Two hours, maybe less."
I shook my head, realized he couldn't see it, and said, "It'll have to be after my last zombie appointment. I'm booked until then."
"Name the time."
"I can be there between twelve-thirty and one." Even saying it made me tired. I wasn't going to get any sleep again.
"I'll be waiting."
"Wait. What name are you registered under?"
"Room 212, just knock."
"You do have a last name, don't you?"
"Of course. Good night, Anita.
I set the alarm, turned off the light, and cuddled into the blankets, my faithful penguin at my side. The phone rang before I'd gotten warm. I waited for the machine to pick up; after the eighth ring I gave up. I'd forgotten to turn on the machine. Great.
"This better be important," I said.
"You said to call soon." It was Edward.
I pulled the receiver under the blankets with me. "Hi, Edward."
"Hi."
"Why are you in town? And why were you at the Lunatic Cafe?"
"Why were you?"
"It is nearly six in the freaking morning, I haven't been to sleep yet. I don't have time for games."
"What was in the folder you had? There was fresh blood on it. Whose blood was it?"
I sighed. I wasn't sure what to tell him. He might be a great deal of help, or he could kill people that I was supposed to be helping. Choices, choices.
"I can't tell you shit until I know if I'm endangering people."
"I never hunt people, you know that."
"So you are on a hunt."
"Yes."
"What this time?"
"Shapeshifters."
Figures. "Who?"
"I don't have any names yet."
"Then how do you know who to kill?"
"I've got film."
"Film?"
"Come to my hotel room tomorrow and I'll show you the film. I'll tell you everything I know."
"You're not usually this obliging. What's the catch?"
"No catch. You might be able to identify them, that's all."
"I don't know a lot of shapeshifters," I said.
"Fine, just come, see what I have."
He sounded so sure of himself, but then he always did. "Okay, where are you staying?"
"Adams Mark. Do you need directions?"
"No, I can get there. When?"
"Do you work tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Then at your convenience, of course."
He was being too damn polite. "How long will your little presentation take?"
"Two hours, maybe less."
I shook my head, realized he couldn't see it, and said, "It'll have to be after my last zombie appointment. I'm booked until then."
"Name the time."
"I can be there between twelve-thirty and one." Even saying it made me tired. I wasn't going to get any sleep again.
"I'll be waiting."
"Wait. What name are you registered under?"
"Room 212, just knock."
"You do have a last name, don't you?"
"Of course. Good night, Anita.