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Cerulean Sins :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"They've put the word out to all the emergency and urgentcare places, just in case."
I nodded. "Can't hurt, I guess, but I don't think you're going to catch him that way."
"How are we going to catch him, Anita? How do you catch something like this?"
I looked at him. "Did you ask the upper brass what they thought of using werewolves to track him?"
"They vetoed it."
"I think you might find them in a more receptive mood now."
"You think your friends will be nice on a leash for me?"
"I was really thinking I'd been holding the leash." My phone rang, and the sound made me jump. I flipped it open, and it was a voice I didn't recognize. I don't talk to the chief of police all that often.
I did a lot of yes, sir, and no, sir. Then the phone was buzzing, and I was left with Zerbrowski staring at me. "Were you talking to who I think you were talking to?"
"They've issued a court order of execution for Van Anders."
Zerbrowski's eyes were wide. "You are not going after him alone."
I shook my head. "I hadn't planned on it."
He looked like he didn't believe me. I actually had to give him my word I wouldn't try to pop Van Anders without backup. I'd have backup. The police chief had told me over the phone that they'd go along with the werewolf tracking idea. I'd have backup—if I could persuade Richard to give them to me.
I asked for some plastic evidence bags and raided Van Anders's dirty clothes drawer. I used gloves, not to keep my scent off them, but because I didn't want to touch anything that had touched Van Anders's body. I sealed the clothes in the bag, and hoped it would be enough to help the werewolves track him. We'd come back and start around the foot of this building. Van Anders might have climbed up, but he had to come down somewhere.
Zerbrowski drove me, Officer Elsworthy, and himself off to the hospital, so Captain Parker could yell at us both. Bates had died on the operating table.
Zerbrowski had to take the tongue lashing, because a sergeant doesn't outrank a captain. I took it, because I smelled the fear on Parker. I didn't blame him for being afraid. I think we were all afraid, every single person in the hallway. Every person in the apartment. Every policeman, and woman, in town should have been afraid. Because when something like this happens it's still the police that have to clean up the mess. Well, the police, and your friendly neighborhood executioner. We were all afraid, and we should have been.
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I met Richard at his house. We sat at the kitchen table where we'd sat so many weekend mornings.
"They've put the word out to all the emergency and urgentcare places, just in case."
I nodded. "Can't hurt, I guess, but I don't think you're going to catch him that way."
"How are we going to catch him, Anita? How do you catch something like this?"
I looked at him. "Did you ask the upper brass what they thought of using werewolves to track him?"
"They vetoed it."
"I think you might find them in a more receptive mood now."
"You think your friends will be nice on a leash for me?"
"I was really thinking I'd been holding the leash." My phone rang, and the sound made me jump. I flipped it open, and it was a voice I didn't recognize. I don't talk to the chief of police all that often.
I did a lot of yes, sir, and no, sir. Then the phone was buzzing, and I was left with Zerbrowski staring at me. "Were you talking to who I think you were talking to?"
"They've issued a court order of execution for Van Anders."
Zerbrowski's eyes were wide. "You are not going after him alone."
I shook my head. "I hadn't planned on it."
He looked like he didn't believe me. I actually had to give him my word I wouldn't try to pop Van Anders without backup. I'd have backup. The police chief had told me over the phone that they'd go along with the werewolf tracking idea. I'd have backup—if I could persuade Richard to give them to me.
I asked for some plastic evidence bags and raided Van Anders's dirty clothes drawer. I used gloves, not to keep my scent off them, but because I didn't want to touch anything that had touched Van Anders's body. I sealed the clothes in the bag, and hoped it would be enough to help the werewolves track him. We'd come back and start around the foot of this building. Van Anders might have climbed up, but he had to come down somewhere.
Zerbrowski drove me, Officer Elsworthy, and himself off to the hospital, so Captain Parker could yell at us both. Bates had died on the operating table.
Zerbrowski had to take the tongue lashing, because a sergeant doesn't outrank a captain. I took it, because I smelled the fear on Parker. I didn't blame him for being afraid. I think we were all afraid, every single person in the hallway. Every person in the apartment. Every policeman, and woman, in town should have been afraid. Because when something like this happens it's still the police that have to clean up the mess. Well, the police, and your friendly neighborhood executioner. We were all afraid, and we should have been.
59
I met Richard at his house. We sat at the kitchen table where we'd sat so many weekend mornings.