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Cerulean Sins :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"So they're distancing themselves in case she does something even more unfortunate," I said.
He took a deep, deep pull off the cig, holding it almost like someone smoking a joint, then let the smoke trickle out of his mouth and nose as he answered me, "Distancing, that's one word for it."
"Bailing, jumping ship, abandoning ship…"
He was laughing again, and he hadn't finished blowing out all the smoke, so he choked just a little, but didn't seem to mind. "I don't know if you're really this amusing or if I just needed a laugh."
"It's stress," I said, "most people don't find me funny at all."
He gave me a look sort of sideways out of surprisingly pale eyes. I was betting they were blue in sunlight. "I heard that about you, that you were a pain in the ass, and rub a lot of people the wrong way."
I shrugged. "A girl does what she can."
He smiled. "But the same people that said you could be a pain in the ass had no trouble working a case with you. Fact is, Ms. Blake," he threw the cigarette on the ground, "most said they'd take you as backup over a lot of cops they could name."
I didn't know what to say to that. There is no higher praise between policemen than that they'd let you back them up in a life or death situation.
"You're going to make me blush, Lt. Nicols." I didn't look at him as I said it.
He seemed to be gazing down at the still-smoldering cigarette on the white gravel. "Zerbrowski over at RPIT says that you don't blush much."
"Zerbrowski is a cheerfully lecherous shit," I said.
He chuckled, a deep roll of laughter, and stomped out his cigarette, so that even that small glow was lost in the dark. "That he is, that he is. You ever met his wife?"
"I've met Katie."
"Ever wonder how Zerbrowski managed to nab her?"
"Every damn time I see her," I said.
He sighed. "I'll call for another squad car, try for two uniforms. Let's get this done and get the hell away from these people."
"Let's," I said.
He went to make the call. I went to fetch my zombie-raising equipment. Since one of my main tools is a machete bigger than my forearm, I'd left it in the car. It tends to scare people. I would try very hard tonight not to scare the bodyguards, or the nice policemen. I was pretty sure there was nothing I could do to scare Mrs. Bennington. I was also pretty sure there was nothing I could do to make her happy with me.
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My zombie-raising equipment was in a gray Nike gym bag.
"So they're distancing themselves in case she does something even more unfortunate," I said.
He took a deep, deep pull off the cig, holding it almost like someone smoking a joint, then let the smoke trickle out of his mouth and nose as he answered me, "Distancing, that's one word for it."
"Bailing, jumping ship, abandoning ship…"
He was laughing again, and he hadn't finished blowing out all the smoke, so he choked just a little, but didn't seem to mind. "I don't know if you're really this amusing or if I just needed a laugh."
"It's stress," I said, "most people don't find me funny at all."
He gave me a look sort of sideways out of surprisingly pale eyes. I was betting they were blue in sunlight. "I heard that about you, that you were a pain in the ass, and rub a lot of people the wrong way."
I shrugged. "A girl does what she can."
He smiled. "But the same people that said you could be a pain in the ass had no trouble working a case with you. Fact is, Ms. Blake," he threw the cigarette on the ground, "most said they'd take you as backup over a lot of cops they could name."
I didn't know what to say to that. There is no higher praise between policemen than that they'd let you back them up in a life or death situation.
"You're going to make me blush, Lt. Nicols." I didn't look at him as I said it.
He seemed to be gazing down at the still-smoldering cigarette on the white gravel. "Zerbrowski over at RPIT says that you don't blush much."
"Zerbrowski is a cheerfully lecherous shit," I said.
He chuckled, a deep roll of laughter, and stomped out his cigarette, so that even that small glow was lost in the dark. "That he is, that he is. You ever met his wife?"
"I've met Katie."
"Ever wonder how Zerbrowski managed to nab her?"
"Every damn time I see her," I said.
He sighed. "I'll call for another squad car, try for two uniforms. Let's get this done and get the hell away from these people."
"Let's," I said.
He went to make the call. I went to fetch my zombie-raising equipment. Since one of my main tools is a machete bigger than my forearm, I'd left it in the car. It tends to scare people. I would try very hard tonight not to scare the bodyguards, or the nice policemen. I was pretty sure there was nothing I could do to scare Mrs. Bennington. I was also pretty sure there was nothing I could do to make her happy with me.
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My zombie-raising equipment was in a gray Nike gym bag.