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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 40 из 293“Do you remember what you said when my father was killed?”
She stopped her pacing and looked at me. Her eyes were wary. “I said many things when Essus died.”
“You said we were not to allow the human police inside the faerie mounds. That no one was to talk to them or answer their questions, because we would find the assassins with magic.”
She stood very still, and gave me unfriendly eyes, but she answered. “I remember those words.”
“We failed with magic because the assassins were as good or better at magic than those who bespelled the wounds and the body.”
She nodded. “I have long thought that among my smiling court, my toadie nobles, the murderer of my brother sits. I know that, Meredith, and it is a small constant torment that that death went unpunished.”
“As it is for me,” I said. “I want to solve these murders, Aunt Andais. I want the person or persons responsible caught and punished. I want to show the media that there is justice in the Unseelie Court, and we are not afraid of new knowledge and new ways.”
“You are babbling again,” she said, crossing her arms under her tight firm breasts.
“I want to contact the police and bring in a forensic team.”
“A what?”
“Scientists who specialize in helping the police solve crimes in the human world.”
She was shaking her head. “I do not want the human police tramping through here.”
“Nor do I, but a few policemen, and a few scientists. Just a few, just enough to gather evidence. All the sidhe are royal, titled; they all have diplomatic immunity, so technically we can dictate to an extent how much police involvement we allow.”
“And you think this will catch whoever did this?”
“I do.” I stepped a little away from Doyle, so I wasn’t huddling against him. “Whoever did this is worried about magic tracking them down, but it will never occur to them that we would use forensic science inside the land of faerie. They will not have protected against it, and in fact, they can’t protect against it, not completely.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“We, even the sidhe, shed skin cells, hairs, saliva; all of it can be used to trace back to the person. Science can use a smaller piece than is needed for a spell. Not a lock of hair, but the root of a hair. Not a pound of flesh, but an invisible fleck of it.”
“You are certain that it will work? Certain that if I allow this intrusion, this invasion of our privacy, human science will solve this crime?”
I licked my lips.
She stopped her pacing and looked at me. Her eyes were wary. “I said many things when Essus died.”
“You said we were not to allow the human police inside the faerie mounds. That no one was to talk to them or answer their questions, because we would find the assassins with magic.”
She stood very still, and gave me unfriendly eyes, but she answered. “I remember those words.”
“We failed with magic because the assassins were as good or better at magic than those who bespelled the wounds and the body.”
She nodded. “I have long thought that among my smiling court, my toadie nobles, the murderer of my brother sits. I know that, Meredith, and it is a small constant torment that that death went unpunished.”
“As it is for me,” I said. “I want to solve these murders, Aunt Andais. I want the person or persons responsible caught and punished. I want to show the media that there is justice in the Unseelie Court, and we are not afraid of new knowledge and new ways.”
“You are babbling again,” she said, crossing her arms under her tight firm breasts.
“I want to contact the police and bring in a forensic team.”
“A what?”
“Scientists who specialize in helping the police solve crimes in the human world.”
She was shaking her head. “I do not want the human police tramping through here.”
“Nor do I, but a few policemen, and a few scientists. Just a few, just enough to gather evidence. All the sidhe are royal, titled; they all have diplomatic immunity, so technically we can dictate to an extent how much police involvement we allow.”
“And you think this will catch whoever did this?”
“I do.” I stepped a little away from Doyle, so I wasn’t huddling against him. “Whoever did this is worried about magic tracking them down, but it will never occur to them that we would use forensic science inside the land of faerie. They will not have protected against it, and in fact, they can’t protect against it, not completely.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“We, even the sidhe, shed skin cells, hairs, saliva; all of it can be used to trace back to the person. Science can use a smaller piece than is needed for a spell. Not a lock of hair, but the root of a hair. Not a pound of flesh, but an invisible fleck of it.”
“You are certain that it will work? Certain that if I allow this intrusion, this invasion of our privacy, human science will solve this crime?”
I licked my lips.