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Cerulean Sins :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Nathaniel handed me the phone with a, "It's Zerbrowski."
I hung my head for a second, sighed, and put the phone to my ear. "Yeah, Zerbrowski, what's up?"
"How many people you got in bed with you, Blake?"
"None of your business."
"One of them sounded like a girl. Didn't know you swung that way."
I pressed the button on my watch, so I could see the time on the light-up dial. "Zerbrowski, we've had about two hours of sleep. If you just called to check up on my sex life, I'm going back to sleep."
"No, no, sorry. It just," he laughed softly, "just caught me off guard. I'll try to keep the teasing to a minimum, but, damn, you don't usually give me this much ammunition. Can't blame me for getting distracted."
"Did I mention the two hours of sleep?"
"You did," he said, sounding depressingly wide awake. I was betting he'd had coffee.
"I'm counting to three, if you haven't said something interesting by the time I'm finished, I'm hanging up, and I'm turning off my cell phone."
"We've got a fresh murder scene."
I scooted up so my back was against the headboard. "I'm listening." Micah stayed curled on his side, back to me, but Nathaniel cuddled up close so he was still pressed around me. Cherry and Zane were motionless under the pile of sheets. I think they'd gone back to sleep.
"It's the shape-shifter rapist again." The humor was leaking away from his voice, and he sounded tired. I wondered how much sleep he'd gotten last night.
I was wide awake now, my pulse fast in my throat. "When?"
"She was found just after dawn. We haven't been here long."
"I'll be there regardless, but is Dolph going to be there?"
"No," Zerbrowski said, "he's on leave." He lowered his voice, "Top brass told him he either takes voluntary leave with pay, or enforced leave without."
"Okay, where are you?"
It was Chesterfield again. "He's staying in a pretty small geographic area," I said.
"Yeah," Zerbrowski said, and that one word had so much tiredness.
I almost asked how he was holding up, but it's against the guy code. You're supposed to pretend you don't notice anything's wrong. Pretend, and it will go away. Sometimes, because I am a girl, I'll break the guy code, but today I let it stand. Zerbrowski had a long day ahead of him, and he was the man in charge. He couldn't afford to look at his feelings right now. It was more important that he held together than that he understood what he was feeling.
Nathaniel handed me the phone with a, "It's Zerbrowski."
I hung my head for a second, sighed, and put the phone to my ear. "Yeah, Zerbrowski, what's up?"
"How many people you got in bed with you, Blake?"
"None of your business."
"One of them sounded like a girl. Didn't know you swung that way."
I pressed the button on my watch, so I could see the time on the light-up dial. "Zerbrowski, we've had about two hours of sleep. If you just called to check up on my sex life, I'm going back to sleep."
"No, no, sorry. It just," he laughed softly, "just caught me off guard. I'll try to keep the teasing to a minimum, but, damn, you don't usually give me this much ammunition. Can't blame me for getting distracted."
"Did I mention the two hours of sleep?"
"You did," he said, sounding depressingly wide awake. I was betting he'd had coffee.
"I'm counting to three, if you haven't said something interesting by the time I'm finished, I'm hanging up, and I'm turning off my cell phone."
"We've got a fresh murder scene."
I scooted up so my back was against the headboard. "I'm listening." Micah stayed curled on his side, back to me, but Nathaniel cuddled up close so he was still pressed around me. Cherry and Zane were motionless under the pile of sheets. I think they'd gone back to sleep.
"It's the shape-shifter rapist again." The humor was leaking away from his voice, and he sounded tired. I wondered how much sleep he'd gotten last night.
I was wide awake now, my pulse fast in my throat. "When?"
"She was found just after dawn. We haven't been here long."
"I'll be there regardless, but is Dolph going to be there?"
"No," Zerbrowski said, "he's on leave." He lowered his voice, "Top brass told him he either takes voluntary leave with pay, or enforced leave without."
"Okay, where are you?"
It was Chesterfield again. "He's staying in a pretty small geographic area," I said.
"Yeah," Zerbrowski said, and that one word had so much tiredness.
I almost asked how he was holding up, but it's against the guy code. You're supposed to pretend you don't notice anything's wrong. Pretend, and it will go away. Sometimes, because I am a girl, I'll break the guy code, but today I let it stand. Zerbrowski had a long day ahead of him, and he was the man in charge. He couldn't afford to look at his feelings right now. It was more important that he held together than that he understood what he was feeling.