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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 96 из 272"It took both of us to fuck this one up, Sergeant." I turned back to the two agents. "I'll wait outside."
"Wait," Bradford said. "Storr said that sometimes the legal vampire community will help on a case like this. Who do I talk to down here?"
"Why would they hunt down one of their own?" Agent Elwood asked.
"This kind of shit is bad for business. Especially right now with Senator Brewster's daughter getting killed. Vampires don't need any more bad publicity. Most of them like being legal. They like the fact that killing them is murder."
"So who do I talk to?" Bradford asked.
I sighed. "In this area, I don't know. I'm not a hometown girl."
"How do I go about finding out who to talk to?"
"I might be able to help you there."
"How?"
I shook my head. "I know someone who might know a name. I'm not trying to give you a hard time here, but a lot of the monsters don't like dealing with cops. It just hasn't been that long ago that the police shot them on sight."
"So you're saying the vampires will talk to you and not to us?" Elwood said.
"Something like that."
"That makes no sense. You're a vampire executioner. Your job is to kill them. Why would they believe you and not us?" he asked.
I didn't know how to explain it, and wasn't sure I wanted to. "I also raise zombies, Agent Elwood. I think they sort of consider me one of the monsters."
"Even though you're their version of an electric chair."
"Even though."
"That's not logical."
I laughed then; I couldn't help it. "God, has anything that happened here tonight been logical?"
Elwood gave a very small smile. I pegged him as the newer of the two. I don't think he'd gotten over the thought that FBI agents don't smile.
"You wouldn't be withholding information from the FBI, would you, Ms. Blake?" Bradford asked.
"If I come up with a vampire in this area that will talk to you, I'll give you the name."
Bradford stared at me. "How about if you come up with any vampires in this area, you give us the names. Let us worry about whether they'll talk to us or not."
I looked at him for a heartbeat and lied. "Sure." If I expected the monsters to help me, I couldn't give them all over to the cops. Only a select few.
He looked like he didn't believe me, but couldn't quite call me a liar to my face. "When we find the vampires responsible, we'll be sure to call you in for the kill."
That was more than Freemont had been willing to do. The night was looking up. "Beep me any time.
"Wait," Bradford said. "Storr said that sometimes the legal vampire community will help on a case like this. Who do I talk to down here?"
"Why would they hunt down one of their own?" Agent Elwood asked.
"This kind of shit is bad for business. Especially right now with Senator Brewster's daughter getting killed. Vampires don't need any more bad publicity. Most of them like being legal. They like the fact that killing them is murder."
"So who do I talk to?" Bradford asked.
I sighed. "In this area, I don't know. I'm not a hometown girl."
"How do I go about finding out who to talk to?"
"I might be able to help you there."
"How?"
I shook my head. "I know someone who might know a name. I'm not trying to give you a hard time here, but a lot of the monsters don't like dealing with cops. It just hasn't been that long ago that the police shot them on sight."
"So you're saying the vampires will talk to you and not to us?" Elwood said.
"Something like that."
"That makes no sense. You're a vampire executioner. Your job is to kill them. Why would they believe you and not us?" he asked.
I didn't know how to explain it, and wasn't sure I wanted to. "I also raise zombies, Agent Elwood. I think they sort of consider me one of the monsters."
"Even though you're their version of an electric chair."
"Even though."
"That's not logical."
I laughed then; I couldn't help it. "God, has anything that happened here tonight been logical?"
Elwood gave a very small smile. I pegged him as the newer of the two. I don't think he'd gotten over the thought that FBI agents don't smile.
"You wouldn't be withholding information from the FBI, would you, Ms. Blake?" Bradford asked.
"If I come up with a vampire in this area that will talk to you, I'll give you the name."
Bradford stared at me. "How about if you come up with any vampires in this area, you give us the names. Let us worry about whether they'll talk to us or not."
I looked at him for a heartbeat and lied. "Sure." If I expected the monsters to help me, I couldn't give them all over to the cops. Only a select few.
He looked like he didn't believe me, but couldn't quite call me a liar to my face. "When we find the vampires responsible, we'll be sure to call you in for the kill."
That was more than Freemont had been willing to do. The night was looking up. "Beep me any time.