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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"We'll talk to Sergeant Freemont now, Ms. Blake." I was dismissed. Fine with me. He offered his hand. I took it. We shook. Agent Elwood and I shook. Everyone smiled. I left.
Larry was waiting out in the entryway. He got up off the stairs where he'd been sitting. "What now?"
"I need to make a phone call."
"Who to?"
Two more men with "Federal Agent" tattooed on their foreheads walked up the hallway from the direction of the kitchen. I shook my head and went out the door into the cool windy night. The place was swarming with cops. I'd never seen so many federal agents in my life. But hey, the very first vampire serial killer was news. Everyone would want a piece. Watching everyone mill around on the carefully tended lawn, I suddenly wanted to go home. To just pack up and go home. It was still early. Hours and hours left of darkness. It only seemed like it had been an eternity since we left the graveyard. Hell, there'd be time to go back and look at Stirling's boneyard before dawn.
I got in the jeep that Bayard had loaned us. I'd use the nifty portable phone it came with.
Larry got in the passenger side.
"Private call."
"Come on, Anita."
"Out, Larry."
"Out in the dark with the vampires." He blinked his big blue eyes at me.
"The place is lousy with cops. I think you'll be safe. Out."
He got out, grumbling under his breath. He could grumble all he wanted to. Larry wanted to be a vampire hunter, fine; but he didn't have to be as intimately involved with the monsters as I was. I was trying to keep him as out of it as I could. Not easy, but worth the effort.
I'd lied to the nice agents. It wasn't the fact that I raised zombies that got me in good with the vampires. It was the fact that the Master of the City, of St. Louis, had the hots for me. Was maybe in love with me, or at least thought he was.
I knew the number by heart, which was a bad sign all on its own. "Guilty Pleasures, where your darkest fantasies come true. This is Robert. How may I help you?"
Great; Robert, one of my least favorite vampires. "Hi, Robert, this is Anita. I need to speak to Jean-Claude."
He hesitated, then said, "I'll transfer you to his office phone. It's a new system, so if I disconnect you, call back."
The phone clicked before I could answer. A moment of silence, and the voice came on the line. You can criticize a lot about Jean-Claude, but he gives good phone.
"Good evening, Ma petite ." That was it, all he said, but even over the buzzing phone his voice was like fur inside my skull.
"We'll talk to Sergeant Freemont now, Ms. Blake." I was dismissed. Fine with me. He offered his hand. I took it. We shook. Agent Elwood and I shook. Everyone smiled. I left.
Larry was waiting out in the entryway. He got up off the stairs where he'd been sitting. "What now?"
"I need to make a phone call."
"Who to?"
Two more men with "Federal Agent" tattooed on their foreheads walked up the hallway from the direction of the kitchen. I shook my head and went out the door into the cool windy night. The place was swarming with cops. I'd never seen so many federal agents in my life. But hey, the very first vampire serial killer was news. Everyone would want a piece. Watching everyone mill around on the carefully tended lawn, I suddenly wanted to go home. To just pack up and go home. It was still early. Hours and hours left of darkness. It only seemed like it had been an eternity since we left the graveyard. Hell, there'd be time to go back and look at Stirling's boneyard before dawn.
I got in the jeep that Bayard had loaned us. I'd use the nifty portable phone it came with.
Larry got in the passenger side.
"Private call."
"Come on, Anita."
"Out, Larry."
"Out in the dark with the vampires." He blinked his big blue eyes at me.
"The place is lousy with cops. I think you'll be safe. Out."
He got out, grumbling under his breath. He could grumble all he wanted to. Larry wanted to be a vampire hunter, fine; but he didn't have to be as intimately involved with the monsters as I was. I was trying to keep him as out of it as I could. Not easy, but worth the effort.
I'd lied to the nice agents. It wasn't the fact that I raised zombies that got me in good with the vampires. It was the fact that the Master of the City, of St. Louis, had the hots for me. Was maybe in love with me, or at least thought he was.
I knew the number by heart, which was a bad sign all on its own. "Guilty Pleasures, where your darkest fantasies come true. This is Robert. How may I help you?"
Great; Robert, one of my least favorite vampires. "Hi, Robert, this is Anita. I need to speak to Jean-Claude."
He hesitated, then said, "I'll transfer you to his office phone. It's a new system, so if I disconnect you, call back."
The phone clicked before I could answer. A moment of silence, and the voice came on the line. You can criticize a lot about Jean-Claude, but he gives good phone.
"Good evening, Ma petite ." That was it, all he said, but even over the buzzing phone his voice was like fur inside my skull.