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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 114 из 272You can only point a gun so long without getting tired, or antsy.
"I'll bet they're silver. Silver isn't very effective against fairies."
"Cold iron works best," I said. "I remember."
"Even normal lead bullets would be better than silver. The metal of the moon is a friend to the fey."
"Hands, now, or we find out how fairie flesh holds up to silver bullets."
He raised his hands slowly, gracefully upward. His hands were above shoulder level when he threw himself backwards, falling down the slope. I fired, but he kept on rolling down the earth, and somehow I couldn't quite see him. It was like the air blurred around him.
Larry and I stood at the top of the slope and fired down on him, and I don't think either of us hit him.
He scrambled down the raw earth faster than he looked because he got harder to see even in the moonlight until he vanished into the underbrush left near the midpoint on that side.
"Please tell me he didn't just go poof," Larry said.
"He didn't just go poof," I said.
"What did he do, then?"
"How the hell do I know. This wasn't covered in Fairies 301." I shook my head. "Let's get out of here. I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is, I think we lost our client."
"You think we lost our hotel rooms?"
"I don't know, Larry. Let's go find out." I clicked the safety on the Browning but left it out in my hand. I'd have left the safety off, but that didn't seem wise while stumbling down a rocky mountainside even in the moonlight.
"I think you can put the gun up now, Larry." He hadn't put his safety on.
"You aren't."
"But I've got the safety on."
"Oh." He looked a little sheepish, but he clicked the safety on and holstered it. "You think they would have really killed him?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Beau would have shot at him, but see how much good it did us."
"Why does Stirling want Magnus dead?"
"I don't know."
"Why did Magnus run from the police?"
"I don't know."
"It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know. »
"Me, too," I said.
I glanced back once just before we lost sight of the mountaintop. The ghosts twisted and flared like candle flames, cool white flames. I knew something else I hadn't known before tonight. Some of the bodies were nearly three hundred years old. A hundred years older than Stirling had told us they were. A hundred years makes a lot of difference in a zombie raising. Why had he lied? Afraid I'd refuse, maybe. Maybe.
"I'll bet they're silver. Silver isn't very effective against fairies."
"Cold iron works best," I said. "I remember."
"Even normal lead bullets would be better than silver. The metal of the moon is a friend to the fey."
"Hands, now, or we find out how fairie flesh holds up to silver bullets."
He raised his hands slowly, gracefully upward. His hands were above shoulder level when he threw himself backwards, falling down the slope. I fired, but he kept on rolling down the earth, and somehow I couldn't quite see him. It was like the air blurred around him.
Larry and I stood at the top of the slope and fired down on him, and I don't think either of us hit him.
He scrambled down the raw earth faster than he looked because he got harder to see even in the moonlight until he vanished into the underbrush left near the midpoint on that side.
"Please tell me he didn't just go poof," Larry said.
"He didn't just go poof," I said.
"What did he do, then?"
"How the hell do I know. This wasn't covered in Fairies 301." I shook my head. "Let's get out of here. I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is, I think we lost our client."
"You think we lost our hotel rooms?"
"I don't know, Larry. Let's go find out." I clicked the safety on the Browning but left it out in my hand. I'd have left the safety off, but that didn't seem wise while stumbling down a rocky mountainside even in the moonlight.
"I think you can put the gun up now, Larry." He hadn't put his safety on.
"You aren't."
"But I've got the safety on."
"Oh." He looked a little sheepish, but he clicked the safety on and holstered it. "You think they would have really killed him?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Beau would have shot at him, but see how much good it did us."
"Why does Stirling want Magnus dead?"
"I don't know."
"Why did Magnus run from the police?"
"I don't know."
"It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know. »
"Me, too," I said.
I glanced back once just before we lost sight of the mountaintop. The ghosts twisted and flared like candle flames, cool white flames. I knew something else I hadn't known before tonight. Some of the bodies were nearly three hundred years old. A hundred years older than Stirling had told us they were. A hundred years makes a lot of difference in a zombie raising. Why had he lied? Afraid I'd refuse, maybe. Maybe.