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Burnt Offerings :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 216 из 286"I'll have to clear this with someone."
I sighed. "Fine, we'll wait here."
The uniform went off in search of Dolph, and we waited.
"You used to argue with them," Larry said.
I shrugged. "They're just doing their job."
"Since when has that stopped you from bitching?"
I looked at him. He was smiling, which saved him from the scathing comeback I had ready. Besides, it was nice to see him smiling about anything right now. "So I'm mellowing—a little. So what?"
The smile widened to a grin, a shit-eating grin, my uncle would have called it. It was like the next thing out of his mouth was almost too funny to say. I was betting I wouldn't think it was funny at all.
"Is it being in love with Jean-Claude that's mellowed you or the regular sex?"
I smiled sweetly. "Speaking of regular sex, how is Detective Tammy?"
He blushed first. I was happy.
The uniform was walking down the wet street towards us with Detective Tammy Reynolds in tow. Oh, life was good.
"Well, if it isn't your little sugarplum now," I said.
Larry saw her then. The red flush brightened to something the color of raw flame, redder than his hair. His blue eyes were a little bulgy with the effort to breathe. The soot had been wiped away, which saved his face from looking like a reddish bruise. "You won't say anything, will you, Anita? Tammy doesn't like to be teased."
"Who does?" I said.
"I'm sorry," he said, speaking very fast before they could get to us. "I apologize. It will never happen again. Please do not embarrass me in front of Tammy."
"Would I do that to you?"
"In a hot second," he said. "Please don't."
They were almost at the car. "Don't pull my leg and I won't pull yours," I whispered.
"Deal," he said.
I eased down the window, smiling. "Detective Reynolds, how good to see you."
Reynolds frowned because I was seldom glad to see her. She was a witch and the first police detective ever with preternatural abilities beyond psychic gifts. But she was young, bright, shiny, and tried just a little too hard to be my friend. She was just sooo fascinated with the fact that I raised the dead. She wanted to know all about it. I'd never had a witch make me feel like such a damned freak. Most witches were nice understanding souls. Perhaps it was the fact that Reynolds was a Christian witch, a member of the Followers of the Way. A sect going back to the Gnostics, who embraced almost all magical ability.
I sighed. "Fine, we'll wait here."
The uniform went off in search of Dolph, and we waited.
"You used to argue with them," Larry said.
I shrugged. "They're just doing their job."
"Since when has that stopped you from bitching?"
I looked at him. He was smiling, which saved him from the scathing comeback I had ready. Besides, it was nice to see him smiling about anything right now. "So I'm mellowing—a little. So what?"
The smile widened to a grin, a shit-eating grin, my uncle would have called it. It was like the next thing out of his mouth was almost too funny to say. I was betting I wouldn't think it was funny at all.
"Is it being in love with Jean-Claude that's mellowed you or the regular sex?"
I smiled sweetly. "Speaking of regular sex, how is Detective Tammy?"
He blushed first. I was happy.
The uniform was walking down the wet street towards us with Detective Tammy Reynolds in tow. Oh, life was good.
"Well, if it isn't your little sugarplum now," I said.
Larry saw her then. The red flush brightened to something the color of raw flame, redder than his hair. His blue eyes were a little bulgy with the effort to breathe. The soot had been wiped away, which saved his face from looking like a reddish bruise. "You won't say anything, will you, Anita? Tammy doesn't like to be teased."
"Who does?" I said.
"I'm sorry," he said, speaking very fast before they could get to us. "I apologize. It will never happen again. Please do not embarrass me in front of Tammy."
"Would I do that to you?"
"In a hot second," he said. "Please don't."
They were almost at the car. "Don't pull my leg and I won't pull yours," I whispered.
"Deal," he said.
I eased down the window, smiling. "Detective Reynolds, how good to see you."
Reynolds frowned because I was seldom glad to see her. She was a witch and the first police detective ever with preternatural abilities beyond psychic gifts. But she was young, bright, shiny, and tried just a little too hard to be my friend. She was just sooo fascinated with the fact that I raised the dead. She wanted to know all about it. I'd never had a witch make me feel like such a damned freak. Most witches were nice understanding souls. Perhaps it was the fact that Reynolds was a Christian witch, a member of the Followers of the Way. A sect going back to the Gnostics, who embraced almost all magical ability.