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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 3 из 205Did I really believewhat was one more dead vampire? Maybe. “If you believe I feel that way, why come to me at all?”
“Because you're the best at what you do. We need the best.”
It was the first time he had said “we.”
“Who are you working for, Willie?”
He smiled then, a close secretive smile, like he knew some thing I should know. “Never you mind that. Money's real good. We want somebody who knows the night life to be looking into these murders.”
“I've seen the bodies, Willie. I gave my opinions to the police.”
“What'd you think?” He leaned forward in the chair, small hands flat on my desk. His fingernails were pale, almost white, bloodless.
“I gave a full report to the police.” I stared up at him, almost looking him in the eye.
“Won't even give me that, will ya?”
“I am not at liberty to discuss police business with you.”
“I told 'em you wouldn't go for this.”
“Go for what? You haven't told me a damn thing.”
“We want you to investigate the vampire killings, find out who's, or what's, doing it. We'll pay you three times your normal fee.”
I shook my head. That explained why Bert, the greedy son of a gun, had set up this meeting. He knew how I felt about vampires, but my contract forced me to at least meet with any client that had given Bert a retainer. My boss would do anything for money. Problem was he thought I should, too. Bert and I would be having a “talk” very soon.
I stood. “The police are looking into it. I am already giving them all the help I can. In a way I am already working on the case. Save your money.”
He sat staring up at me, very still. It was not that lifeless immobility of the long dead, but it was a shadow of it fear ran up in my spine and into my throat. I fought an urge to draw my crucifix out of my shirt and drive him from my office. Somehow throwing a client out using a holy item seemed less than professional. So I just stood there, waiting for him to move.
“Why won't you help us?”
“I have clients to meet, Willie. I'm sorry that I can't help you.”
“Won't help, you mean.”
I nodded. “Have it your way.” I walked around the desk to show him to the door.
He moved with a liquid quickness that Willie had never had, but I saw him move and was one step back from his reaching hand. “I'm not just another pretty face to fall for mind tricks.”
“You saw me move.”
“I heard you move. You're the new dead, Willie.
“Because you're the best at what you do. We need the best.”
It was the first time he had said “we.”
“Who are you working for, Willie?”
He smiled then, a close secretive smile, like he knew some thing I should know. “Never you mind that. Money's real good. We want somebody who knows the night life to be looking into these murders.”
“I've seen the bodies, Willie. I gave my opinions to the police.”
“What'd you think?” He leaned forward in the chair, small hands flat on my desk. His fingernails were pale, almost white, bloodless.
“I gave a full report to the police.” I stared up at him, almost looking him in the eye.
“Won't even give me that, will ya?”
“I am not at liberty to discuss police business with you.”
“I told 'em you wouldn't go for this.”
“Go for what? You haven't told me a damn thing.”
“We want you to investigate the vampire killings, find out who's, or what's, doing it. We'll pay you three times your normal fee.”
I shook my head. That explained why Bert, the greedy son of a gun, had set up this meeting. He knew how I felt about vampires, but my contract forced me to at least meet with any client that had given Bert a retainer. My boss would do anything for money. Problem was he thought I should, too. Bert and I would be having a “talk” very soon.
I stood. “The police are looking into it. I am already giving them all the help I can. In a way I am already working on the case. Save your money.”
He sat staring up at me, very still. It was not that lifeless immobility of the long dead, but it was a shadow of it fear ran up in my spine and into my throat. I fought an urge to draw my crucifix out of my shirt and drive him from my office. Somehow throwing a client out using a holy item seemed less than professional. So I just stood there, waiting for him to move.
“Why won't you help us?”
“I have clients to meet, Willie. I'm sorry that I can't help you.”
“Won't help, you mean.”
I nodded. “Have it your way.” I walked around the desk to show him to the door.
He moved with a liquid quickness that Willie had never had, but I saw him move and was one step back from his reaching hand. “I'm not just another pretty face to fall for mind tricks.”
“You saw me move.”
“I heard you move. You're the new dead, Willie.