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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Larry was trying to brush wrinkles from his suit pants, but some things only a dry cleaner could fix.
"How would you like to go to Bloody Bones?" I asked.
He looked up at me, hands still patting at the wrinkles. He frowned. "Where?"
"It's the restaurant that Magnus Bouvier owns. Stirling mentioned it."
"Did he tell us where it was?" Larry said.
"No, but I asked one of the local cops for restaurants, and Bloody Bones isn't that far from here."
Larry squinted suspiciously at me. "Why do you want to go there?"
"I want to talk to Magnus Bouvier."
"Why?" he asked.
It was a good question. I wasn't sure I had a good answer. I shrugged and climbed into the Jeep. Larry had no choice but to join me, unless he didn't want to continue the conversation. When we were all settled in the Jeep, I still didn't have a really good answer.
"I don't like Stirling. I don't trust him."
"I got the impression you didn't like him," Larry said, his voice very dry. "But why not trust him?"
"Do you trust him?" I asked.
Larry frowned and thought about it. He shook his head. "Not as far as I could throw him."
"See?" I said.
"I guess so, but you think talking to Bouvier will help?"
"I hope so. I don't like raising the dead for people I don't trust. Especially something this big."
"Okay, so we go eat dinner at Bouvier's restaurant and talk to him; then what?"
"If we don't learn anything new, we go see Stirling and walk the graveyard for him."
Larry was looking at me like he wasn't sure he trusted me. "What are you up to?"
"Don't you want to know why Stirling had to have that mountain? Why the Bouviers' mountain and not someone else's?"
Larry looked at me. "You've been hanging around the police too long. You don't trust anybody."
"The cops didn't teach me that, Larry; it's natural talent." I put the Jeep in gear and off we went.
The trees made long, thin shadows. In the valleys between mountains, the shadows formed pools of coming night. We should have driven straight to the graveyard. Just walking the cemetery wouldn't hurt anything. But if I couldn't go vampire hunting, I could question Magnus Bouvier. That part of my job nobody could chase me out of.
I didn't really want to go vampire hunting. It was almost dark. Hunting vamps after dark was a good way to get killed. Especially one that could control minds like this one could.
Larry was trying to brush wrinkles from his suit pants, but some things only a dry cleaner could fix.
"How would you like to go to Bloody Bones?" I asked.
He looked up at me, hands still patting at the wrinkles. He frowned. "Where?"
"It's the restaurant that Magnus Bouvier owns. Stirling mentioned it."
"Did he tell us where it was?" Larry said.
"No, but I asked one of the local cops for restaurants, and Bloody Bones isn't that far from here."
Larry squinted suspiciously at me. "Why do you want to go there?"
"I want to talk to Magnus Bouvier."
"Why?" he asked.
It was a good question. I wasn't sure I had a good answer. I shrugged and climbed into the Jeep. Larry had no choice but to join me, unless he didn't want to continue the conversation. When we were all settled in the Jeep, I still didn't have a really good answer.
"I don't like Stirling. I don't trust him."
"I got the impression you didn't like him," Larry said, his voice very dry. "But why not trust him?"
"Do you trust him?" I asked.
Larry frowned and thought about it. He shook his head. "Not as far as I could throw him."
"See?" I said.
"I guess so, but you think talking to Bouvier will help?"
"I hope so. I don't like raising the dead for people I don't trust. Especially something this big."
"Okay, so we go eat dinner at Bouvier's restaurant and talk to him; then what?"
"If we don't learn anything new, we go see Stirling and walk the graveyard for him."
Larry was looking at me like he wasn't sure he trusted me. "What are you up to?"
"Don't you want to know why Stirling had to have that mountain? Why the Bouviers' mountain and not someone else's?"
Larry looked at me. "You've been hanging around the police too long. You don't trust anybody."
"The cops didn't teach me that, Larry; it's natural talent." I put the Jeep in gear and off we went.
The trees made long, thin shadows. In the valleys between mountains, the shadows formed pools of coming night. We should have driven straight to the graveyard. Just walking the cemetery wouldn't hurt anything. But if I couldn't go vampire hunting, I could question Magnus Bouvier. That part of my job nobody could chase me out of.
I didn't really want to go vampire hunting. It was almost dark. Hunting vamps after dark was a good way to get killed. Especially one that could control minds like this one could.