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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"One thing I've learned is that master vamps don't talk to the cops. Too many years of the cops killing them on sight, or trying to."
"Okay," he said, "but we've still got to come up with something big enough to kill for raising the cemetery tonight," he said.
"I'll think on it."
"You really have no idea what to do?" He sounded surprised.
"Short of a human sacrifice, Larry, I don't think I can raise several three-hundred-year-old corpses. Even I've got my limits."
He grinned. "Nice to hear you admit it."
I had to smile. "It'll be our little secret."
He put his hand out, and I slapped it. He slapped mine back, and I felt better. Larry had a way of making me smile. Friends will do that to you.
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Dorcas Bouvier was leaning on a car in the parking lot. Her hair gleamed in the sunlight, swirling as she moved, like heavy water. In jeans and a green tank top, she was flawless.
Larry tried not to stare at her, but it was hard work. Larry was wearing a blue T-shirt, jeans, white Nikes, and an oversized checked flannel shirt to hide his shoulder holster.
I was in jeans and a navy blue polo shirt, black Nikes, and an oversized blue dress shirt. I'd had to borrow it from Larry after my black jacket had gotten covered in vampire goop. Had to have something to hide the Browning. Makes people nervous if you go around with a naked gun. Larry and I looked like we'd dressed from the same closet.
Dorrie pushed away from the car. "Shall we go?"
"We'd like to talk to Magnus."
"So you can turn him in to the cops?"
I shook my head. "So we can find out why Stirling is so hot to kill him."
"I don't know where he is," Dorcas said.
Maybe it showed on my face, because she said, "I don't know where he is, but if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Using magic on the police is a death penalty case. I won't turn him in."
"I'm not the police."
She looked at me, eyes narrowing. "Did you come to look at Bloody Bones, or to question me about my brother?"
"How did you know to be waiting here for us?" I asked.
"I knew you'd be on time." Her pupils swirled downward to pinpoints, like the eyes of an excited parrot.
"Let's go," I said.
She led us to the back of the restaurant where it nearly touched the woods. A path began at the edge of the clearing. It was barely wide enough for a man. Even though we walked single file, the branches whipped at my shoulders. The new green leaves rubbed like velvet along my cheek.
"One thing I've learned is that master vamps don't talk to the cops. Too many years of the cops killing them on sight, or trying to."
"Okay," he said, "but we've still got to come up with something big enough to kill for raising the cemetery tonight," he said.
"I'll think on it."
"You really have no idea what to do?" He sounded surprised.
"Short of a human sacrifice, Larry, I don't think I can raise several three-hundred-year-old corpses. Even I've got my limits."
He grinned. "Nice to hear you admit it."
I had to smile. "It'll be our little secret."
He put his hand out, and I slapped it. He slapped mine back, and I felt better. Larry had a way of making me smile. Friends will do that to you.
32
Dorcas Bouvier was leaning on a car in the parking lot. Her hair gleamed in the sunlight, swirling as she moved, like heavy water. In jeans and a green tank top, she was flawless.
Larry tried not to stare at her, but it was hard work. Larry was wearing a blue T-shirt, jeans, white Nikes, and an oversized checked flannel shirt to hide his shoulder holster.
I was in jeans and a navy blue polo shirt, black Nikes, and an oversized blue dress shirt. I'd had to borrow it from Larry after my black jacket had gotten covered in vampire goop. Had to have something to hide the Browning. Makes people nervous if you go around with a naked gun. Larry and I looked like we'd dressed from the same closet.
Dorrie pushed away from the car. "Shall we go?"
"We'd like to talk to Magnus."
"So you can turn him in to the cops?"
I shook my head. "So we can find out why Stirling is so hot to kill him."
"I don't know where he is," Dorcas said.
Maybe it showed on my face, because she said, "I don't know where he is, but if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Using magic on the police is a death penalty case. I won't turn him in."
"I'm not the police."
She looked at me, eyes narrowing. "Did you come to look at Bloody Bones, or to question me about my brother?"
"How did you know to be waiting here for us?" I asked.
"I knew you'd be on time." Her pupils swirled downward to pinpoints, like the eyes of an excited parrot.
"Let's go," I said.
She led us to the back of the restaurant where it nearly touched the woods. A path began at the edge of the clearing. It was barely wide enough for a man. Even though we walked single file, the branches whipped at my shoulders. The new green leaves rubbed like velvet along my cheek.