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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 156 из 293” The sex with Mistral had healed it, but I didn’t need to overshare that much.
He shook his head. “Is any of this blood yours?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“His last time,” he pointed at Frost, “now his,” he pointed to Galen. “You’re going to get one of them killed.”
“I hope not.” I let my voice show how tired I was, how unhappy I was at the thought.
“Go back to L.A., Princess. Take your men and go.”
“Why?”
“Because there have been two assassination attempts in two days, plus a double homicide. Someone wants you dead, and doesn’t care who gets hurt. If they want you dead bad enough, they’ll succeed. Maybe not tonight, or tomorrow, but if you stay, they will kill you.”
“Are you trying to scare me, Major Walters?”
“I’m trying to have you not die on my watch. I agreed to come into your murder scene partly to help my career, I admit that. But if you die with me inside your faerie land, I will never live it down. I’ll always be the one who let you die.”
“If they kill me, Major Walters, the only thing you could do to stop them would be to die before me. I don’t think that’s very helpful.”
“Are you making a joke?”
I sighed, and rubbed my forehead, fighting off an urge to scream. “No, Major, I am not joking. What hunts me here is nothing you can stop or protect me from. I need your help to solve these murders, but truthfully, if I’d known it was this dangerous in faerie right now, I wouldn’t have brought you in.”
“We’re police, Princess Meredith. We’re used to taking our chances.”
I shook my head. “Do you have enough evidence? Do you have what you need?”
“Dr. Polaski wanted to know what would happen if we gave you evidence that pointed to someone.”
“Did she find something?”
“She wanted to know what—” He paused over his words. “—use you would make of any evidence we gathered.”
“We’d use it to hunt down and punish the murderer,” I said.
He shook his head, wiping his big hand on the side of his jacket. “What about a trial?”
I smiled, and knew it wasn’t pleasant. “There are no trials inside faerie, Major Walters.”
“So you’ll use our evidence to kill someone?”
“The punishment for murder among us is usually death, so execute them, yes.”
“Then we’ll have to go back to the lab and contact you later.”
“You did find something,” I said.
He nodded. “If this was going to trial we’d want to run it through a computer.
He shook his head. “Is any of this blood yours?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“His last time,” he pointed at Frost, “now his,” he pointed to Galen. “You’re going to get one of them killed.”
“I hope not.” I let my voice show how tired I was, how unhappy I was at the thought.
“Go back to L.A., Princess. Take your men and go.”
“Why?”
“Because there have been two assassination attempts in two days, plus a double homicide. Someone wants you dead, and doesn’t care who gets hurt. If they want you dead bad enough, they’ll succeed. Maybe not tonight, or tomorrow, but if you stay, they will kill you.”
“Are you trying to scare me, Major Walters?”
“I’m trying to have you not die on my watch. I agreed to come into your murder scene partly to help my career, I admit that. But if you die with me inside your faerie land, I will never live it down. I’ll always be the one who let you die.”
“If they kill me, Major Walters, the only thing you could do to stop them would be to die before me. I don’t think that’s very helpful.”
“Are you making a joke?”
I sighed, and rubbed my forehead, fighting off an urge to scream. “No, Major, I am not joking. What hunts me here is nothing you can stop or protect me from. I need your help to solve these murders, but truthfully, if I’d known it was this dangerous in faerie right now, I wouldn’t have brought you in.”
“We’re police, Princess Meredith. We’re used to taking our chances.”
I shook my head. “Do you have enough evidence? Do you have what you need?”
“Dr. Polaski wanted to know what would happen if we gave you evidence that pointed to someone.”
“Did she find something?”
“She wanted to know what—” He paused over his words. “—use you would make of any evidence we gathered.”
“We’d use it to hunt down and punish the murderer,” I said.
He shook his head, wiping his big hand on the side of his jacket. “What about a trial?”
I smiled, and knew it wasn’t pleasant. “There are no trials inside faerie, Major Walters.”
“So you’ll use our evidence to kill someone?”
“The punishment for murder among us is usually death, so execute them, yes.”
“Then we’ll have to go back to the lab and contact you later.”
“You did find something,” I said.
He nodded. “If this was going to trial we’d want to run it through a computer.