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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"The wereleopard deserves to die, Anita."
"I'm not arguing that. Though, technically, he didn't kill the girl."
"The father wants them both. Do you blame him?"
"No, I guess I don't."
"Then you'll help me identify the other man?"
"Maybe." I stood up. "I need to call someone. I need for someone else to see this film. He might be able to help you more than I could."
"Who?"
I shook my head. "Let me see if he'll come first."
Edward gave a long nod, almost a bow with just his neck. "As you like."
I dialed Richard's number by heart. I got his machine. "This is Anita, pick up if you're there. Richard, pick up. This is important." No one picked up the phone.
"Damn," I said.
"Not home?" Edward asked.
"Do you have the number for the Lunatic Cafe?"
"Yes."
"Give it to me."
He repeated the number slowly, and I dialed it. A woman picked up the phone. It wasn't Raina. I was thankful for that. "Lunatic Cafe, Polly here, how may I help you."
"I need to speak with Richard."
"I'm sorry we don't have any waiters by that name."
"Look, I was a guest of Marcus's last night. I need to speak with Richard. It's an emergency."
"I don't know. I mean, like, they're all busy in the back room."
"Look, get Richard on the phone now."
"Marcus doesn't like to be disturbed."
"Polly, is it? I have been on my feet for over thirteen hours. If you do not put Richard on the phone right now, I am going to come down there personally and bust your ass. Am I making myself clear?"
"Who is this?" She sounded a little miffed, and not in the least afraid.
"Anita Blake."
"Oh," she said. "I'll get Richard for you, right away, Anita, right away." There was an edge of panic to her voice that hadn't been there before. She put me on hold. Someone with a sick sense of humor had compiled the Muzak. "Moonlight and Roses," "Blue Moon," "Moonlight Sonata." Every song was a moon theme. We were halfway through "Moon over Miami" when the phone clicked back to life.
"Anita, it's me. What's wrong?"
"I'm all right, but I've got something you need to see."
"Can you tell me what it is?"
"I know this sounds corny, but not over the phone."
"You sure you're not just looking for an excuse to see me again?" There was a note of teasing in his voice.
It had been too long a night. "Can you meet me?"
"Of course. What's wrong? Your voice sounds awful.
"The wereleopard deserves to die, Anita."
"I'm not arguing that. Though, technically, he didn't kill the girl."
"The father wants them both. Do you blame him?"
"No, I guess I don't."
"Then you'll help me identify the other man?"
"Maybe." I stood up. "I need to call someone. I need for someone else to see this film. He might be able to help you more than I could."
"Who?"
I shook my head. "Let me see if he'll come first."
Edward gave a long nod, almost a bow with just his neck. "As you like."
I dialed Richard's number by heart. I got his machine. "This is Anita, pick up if you're there. Richard, pick up. This is important." No one picked up the phone.
"Damn," I said.
"Not home?" Edward asked.
"Do you have the number for the Lunatic Cafe?"
"Yes."
"Give it to me."
He repeated the number slowly, and I dialed it. A woman picked up the phone. It wasn't Raina. I was thankful for that. "Lunatic Cafe, Polly here, how may I help you."
"I need to speak with Richard."
"I'm sorry we don't have any waiters by that name."
"Look, I was a guest of Marcus's last night. I need to speak with Richard. It's an emergency."
"I don't know. I mean, like, they're all busy in the back room."
"Look, get Richard on the phone now."
"Marcus doesn't like to be disturbed."
"Polly, is it? I have been on my feet for over thirteen hours. If you do not put Richard on the phone right now, I am going to come down there personally and bust your ass. Am I making myself clear?"
"Who is this?" She sounded a little miffed, and not in the least afraid.
"Anita Blake."
"Oh," she said. "I'll get Richard for you, right away, Anita, right away." There was an edge of panic to her voice that hadn't been there before. She put me on hold. Someone with a sick sense of humor had compiled the Muzak. "Moonlight and Roses," "Blue Moon," "Moonlight Sonata." Every song was a moon theme. We were halfway through "Moon over Miami" when the phone clicked back to life.
"Anita, it's me. What's wrong?"
"I'm all right, but I've got something you need to see."
"Can you tell me what it is?"
"I know this sounds corny, but not over the phone."
"You sure you're not just looking for an excuse to see me again?" There was a note of teasing in his voice.
It had been too long a night. "Can you meet me?"
"Of course. What's wrong? Your voice sounds awful.