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The Laughing Corpse :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 25 из 213It wasred with black letters that said, "I'm a coldhearted bitch but I'm good at it." He laughed coffee up his nose.
I sipped my own coffee from a mug decorated with fluffy baby penguins: I'd never admit it, but it is my favorite mug.
"Why don't you bring your penguin mug to work?" he asked.
Bert's latest brainstorm was that we all use personalized coffee cups at work. He thought it would add a homey note to the office. I had brought in a grey on grey cup that said, "It's a dirty job and I get to do it." Bert had made me take it home.
"I enjoy yanking Bert's chain."
"So you're going to keep bringing in unacceptable cups."
I smiled. "Mm-uh."
He just shook his head.
"I really appreciate you coming to see Dominga with me."
He shrugged. "I couldn't let you go see the devil woman alone, could I?"
I frowned at the nickname, or was it an insult? "That's what your wife calls Dominga, not what I call her."
He glanced down at the gun still lying on the tabletop. "But you'll take a gun with you, just in case."
I looked at him over the top of my cup. "Just in case."
"If it comes to shooting our way out, Anita, it will be too late. She has bodyguards all over the place."
"I don't plan to shoot anybody. We are just going to ask a few questions. That's all."
He smirked. "Por favor, Seсora Salvador, did you raise a killer zombie recently?"
"Knock it off, Manny. I know it's awkward."
"Awkward?" He shook his head. "Awkward, she says. If you piss off Dominga Salvador, it's a hell of a lot more than just awkward."
"You don't have to come."
"You called me for backup." He smiled that brilliant teeth flashing smile that lit up his entire face. "You didn't call Charles or Jamison. You called me, and, Anita, that is the best compliment you could give an old man."
"You're not an old man." And I meant it.
"That is not what my wife keeps telling me. Rosita has forbidden me to go vampire hunting with you, but she can't curtail my zombie-related activities, not yet anyway."
The surprise must have shone on my face, because he said, "I know she talked to you two years back, when I was in the hospital."
"You almost died," I said.
"And you had how many broken bones?"
"Rosita made a reasonable request, Manny. You have four children to think of."
"And I'm too old to be slaying vampires." His voice held irony, and almost bitterness.
"You'll never be too old," I said.
"A nice thought.
I sipped my own coffee from a mug decorated with fluffy baby penguins: I'd never admit it, but it is my favorite mug.
"Why don't you bring your penguin mug to work?" he asked.
Bert's latest brainstorm was that we all use personalized coffee cups at work. He thought it would add a homey note to the office. I had brought in a grey on grey cup that said, "It's a dirty job and I get to do it." Bert had made me take it home.
"I enjoy yanking Bert's chain."
"So you're going to keep bringing in unacceptable cups."
I smiled. "Mm-uh."
He just shook his head.
"I really appreciate you coming to see Dominga with me."
He shrugged. "I couldn't let you go see the devil woman alone, could I?"
I frowned at the nickname, or was it an insult? "That's what your wife calls Dominga, not what I call her."
He glanced down at the gun still lying on the tabletop. "But you'll take a gun with you, just in case."
I looked at him over the top of my cup. "Just in case."
"If it comes to shooting our way out, Anita, it will be too late. She has bodyguards all over the place."
"I don't plan to shoot anybody. We are just going to ask a few questions. That's all."
He smirked. "Por favor, Seсora Salvador, did you raise a killer zombie recently?"
"Knock it off, Manny. I know it's awkward."
"Awkward?" He shook his head. "Awkward, she says. If you piss off Dominga Salvador, it's a hell of a lot more than just awkward."
"You don't have to come."
"You called me for backup." He smiled that brilliant teeth flashing smile that lit up his entire face. "You didn't call Charles or Jamison. You called me, and, Anita, that is the best compliment you could give an old man."
"You're not an old man." And I meant it.
"That is not what my wife keeps telling me. Rosita has forbidden me to go vampire hunting with you, but she can't curtail my zombie-related activities, not yet anyway."
The surprise must have shone on my face, because he said, "I know she talked to you two years back, when I was in the hospital."
"You almost died," I said.
"And you had how many broken bones?"
"Rosita made a reasonable request, Manny. You have four children to think of."
"And I'm too old to be slaying vampires." His voice held irony, and almost bitterness.
"You'll never be too old," I said.
"A nice thought.