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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 107 из 293I would remember to be more specific if I ever spoke to him again.
Rhys tried to get their attention, but it was Frost’s voice that cut across the squabbling. “Princess Meredith NicEssus,” he announced, the words echoing over the cold, still air.
They stopped in midargument, and turned to us in surprise, almost as if they’d forgotten I was coming. Then they both started trying to talk to me at the same time.
I held up my hands, letting them slip out of the cloak. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, one at a time.”
They both tried to be the one at a time. I settled it for them. “Major Walters, why are you still here at the parking lot? Why haven’t you come to the door?” I smiled as I said it, even with my eyes.
He jerked a thumb at the smaller man. “He won’t let us step a foot off the parking lot. Says it’s federal land, and that makes this case his.”
I turned still smiling to the fed in question. “And you are?”
“Special Agent John Marquez.” And he actually bowed. “It’s an honor to meet you, Princess Meredith.”
I tried not to laugh. The bow was overdoing it. “I wish I could say the same, Special Agent Marquez.”
He looked up, puzzlement on his darkly handsome face. “Have we done something to offend you, Your Majesty?”
I shook my head. “Majesty is only for the ruler, and I’m not it, yet. I called Major Walters and asked him to bring down his people, but I did not call the FBI, so I’m a little puzzled why you are here.”
“Faerie land is federal land, Princess. That makes these crimes our jurisdiction, as I’ve pointed out to the major here.”
“Ah, but technically it’s faerie land, and neither of you has any jurisdiction here.”
Marquez smiled condescendingly. “But you called for police help, and since the mounds are on federal land, that means us.”
I shook my head. “Only if we ask for your help; until that moment it’s our business.”
He shook his head. “You did ask us, Princess. Special Agent Gillett got your call, and he referred it to our local office.”
I’d figured as much, but it was still disappointing to know it for certain. “I made the call to Gillett out of courtesy and for old times’ sake. I realize now I was wrong to have called him at all.”
“But we are here now, and we have forensic facilities that the local St. Louis police can’t match.”
A woman broke away from the knot of locals. She had blond hair that was a little too perfectly yellow to be real and human.
Rhys tried to get their attention, but it was Frost’s voice that cut across the squabbling. “Princess Meredith NicEssus,” he announced, the words echoing over the cold, still air.
They stopped in midargument, and turned to us in surprise, almost as if they’d forgotten I was coming. Then they both started trying to talk to me at the same time.
I held up my hands, letting them slip out of the cloak. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, one at a time.”
They both tried to be the one at a time. I settled it for them. “Major Walters, why are you still here at the parking lot? Why haven’t you come to the door?” I smiled as I said it, even with my eyes.
He jerked a thumb at the smaller man. “He won’t let us step a foot off the parking lot. Says it’s federal land, and that makes this case his.”
I turned still smiling to the fed in question. “And you are?”
“Special Agent John Marquez.” And he actually bowed. “It’s an honor to meet you, Princess Meredith.”
I tried not to laugh. The bow was overdoing it. “I wish I could say the same, Special Agent Marquez.”
He looked up, puzzlement on his darkly handsome face. “Have we done something to offend you, Your Majesty?”
I shook my head. “Majesty is only for the ruler, and I’m not it, yet. I called Major Walters and asked him to bring down his people, but I did not call the FBI, so I’m a little puzzled why you are here.”
“Faerie land is federal land, Princess. That makes these crimes our jurisdiction, as I’ve pointed out to the major here.”
“Ah, but technically it’s faerie land, and neither of you has any jurisdiction here.”
Marquez smiled condescendingly. “But you called for police help, and since the mounds are on federal land, that means us.”
I shook my head. “Only if we ask for your help; until that moment it’s our business.”
He shook his head. “You did ask us, Princess. Special Agent Gillett got your call, and he referred it to our local office.”
I’d figured as much, but it was still disappointing to know it for certain. “I made the call to Gillett out of courtesy and for old times’ sake. I realize now I was wrong to have called him at all.”
“But we are here now, and we have forensic facilities that the local St. Louis police can’t match.”
A woman broke away from the knot of locals. She had blond hair that was a little too perfectly yellow to be real and human.