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A Lick Of Frost :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 10 из 184And though Farmer was a very powerful man in his own right, and a full partner, he moved for the door. I guess when your daddy is one of the founders of a firm and you are the leading active partner, you still have clout, even over other partners.
We stood in silence, the humans' awkward body language and facial expressions saying that they were terribly uncomfortable with the display of mad emotion. It was a type of madness, but the three of us sidhe had seen worse. We'd seen madness that had magic to it. The kind of magic that could steal the breath from your body, on a laughing whim.
Uniformed security came. I recognized one of the guards from the entrance desk. They had a doctor with them. I remembered reading several doctors' names on the board beside the elevator. Apparently, Farmer had exceeded his orders, but Biggs seemed very pleased to hand the sobbing man over to the doctor. No wonder Farmer had made partner. He followed orders to the letter, but built on them, made them better.
No one said anything else until they led the ambassador from the room, and the door closed quietly behind him. Biggs straightened his tie, and tugged at the wrinkled suit jacket. Inside out, or right side out, the suit was ruined until a dry cleaner got hold of it. He started to take the jacket off, then glanced at us and stopped.
I caught his eye, and he looked away embarrassed. "It's all right, Mr. Biggs, if you're afraid to take your jacket off."
"Ambassador Stevens's mind seems quite broken."
"I would advise the doctor to have a licensed practitioner of the arts look at the watch before you simply remove it."
"Why?"
"He's worn that watch for years. It may have become a part of his psyche, his mind. To simply remove it could do more harm."
Biggs reached for a phone.
"Why didn't you say something before he was led away?" Shelby asked.
"I only now thought of it," I said.
"I thought of it before they left," Doyle said.
"Why didn't you speak up?" Cortez asked.
"It is not my job to protect the ambassador."
"It's everyone's job to help another human in such a state," Shelby said, then he looked surprised, as if he'd just heard what he'd said.
Doyle gave the smallest curl of lips. "But I am not human, and I think the ambassador is weak and without honor. Queen Andais has lodged several complaints with your government about the ambassador. She has been ignored. But even she could not have foreseen such treachery as this."
"Treachery of our government against yours?" Veducci asked.
We stood in silence, the humans' awkward body language and facial expressions saying that they were terribly uncomfortable with the display of mad emotion. It was a type of madness, but the three of us sidhe had seen worse. We'd seen madness that had magic to it. The kind of magic that could steal the breath from your body, on a laughing whim.
Uniformed security came. I recognized one of the guards from the entrance desk. They had a doctor with them. I remembered reading several doctors' names on the board beside the elevator. Apparently, Farmer had exceeded his orders, but Biggs seemed very pleased to hand the sobbing man over to the doctor. No wonder Farmer had made partner. He followed orders to the letter, but built on them, made them better.
No one said anything else until they led the ambassador from the room, and the door closed quietly behind him. Biggs straightened his tie, and tugged at the wrinkled suit jacket. Inside out, or right side out, the suit was ruined until a dry cleaner got hold of it. He started to take the jacket off, then glanced at us and stopped.
I caught his eye, and he looked away embarrassed. "It's all right, Mr. Biggs, if you're afraid to take your jacket off."
"Ambassador Stevens's mind seems quite broken."
"I would advise the doctor to have a licensed practitioner of the arts look at the watch before you simply remove it."
"Why?"
"He's worn that watch for years. It may have become a part of his psyche, his mind. To simply remove it could do more harm."
Biggs reached for a phone.
"Why didn't you say something before he was led away?" Shelby asked.
"I only now thought of it," I said.
"I thought of it before they left," Doyle said.
"Why didn't you speak up?" Cortez asked.
"It is not my job to protect the ambassador."
"It's everyone's job to help another human in such a state," Shelby said, then he looked surprised, as if he'd just heard what he'd said.
Doyle gave the smallest curl of lips. "But I am not human, and I think the ambassador is weak and without honor. Queen Andais has lodged several complaints with your government about the ambassador. She has been ignored. But even she could not have foreseen such treachery as this."
"Treachery of our government against yours?" Veducci asked.