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Incubus Dreams :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 539 из 605“Jesus, Anita, did you have to blow a hole clean through his chest?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.” My voice wasn’t the least bit friendly.
“I’d stay away from the church for awhile, if I were you. They’re going to remember what you did tonight.”
I put my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. “Yeah, me, too.”
“You alright with this?”
“No. Did Parker call back yet?”
“Yeah. I told him you were blowing a hole through a vampire’s chest. He said you could call him back.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Is that really what you told him?”
He grinned at me. “Yeah.”
I shook my head. “Give me your damn phone.”
He handed it to me. “Just hit this button, it’ll ring him back.”
I hit the button, and the phone started to ring. I was numb. I felt nothing but a vague shockiness. Parker answered on the second ring, and I started to talk about business. About solving murders, and saving lives. I concentrated on the fact that we were trying to save lives, but my mind kept jumping around. It kept jumping over a vision of Jonah Cooper’s eyes, and his question, how do you stay sane? The answer, the real answer, was, you don’t.
70
An hour later, I was home. I had a date with Mobile Reserve for just after dawn. Captain Parker had told me to get some sleep, as if I sounded like I needed it. He’d even agreed to letting me go in with them. I was to their vampire raids what Haz-Mat was to their meth lab raids. An expert who could help them stay alive and not accidentally blow themselves to hell. Vampires wouldn’t blow up like some of the chemicals used in methamphetamine labs, but lack of knowledge could make you just as dead. I would be their Johnny-on-the-spot expert, and no you don’t want to know how much arguing I had to do to get both the invitation to go in with them and to keep the address until I met them at dawn.
I sat at my kitchen table sipping coffee and staring off into space. The coffee was sloshing against the sides of my cup, like it was trying to escape. That shouldn’t be happening.
Micah was suddenly at my side. He put his hand on my coffee mug.
“You’re going to drop it.”
I stared up at him and didn’t know what he meant. It must have shown on my face, because he explained, “Your hands are shaking. I’m afraid you’re going to drop the cup.” He eased it out of my hands and set it on the table.
I stared at my hands, and he was right. They were shaking.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.” My voice wasn’t the least bit friendly.
“I’d stay away from the church for awhile, if I were you. They’re going to remember what you did tonight.”
I put my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. “Yeah, me, too.”
“You alright with this?”
“No. Did Parker call back yet?”
“Yeah. I told him you were blowing a hole through a vampire’s chest. He said you could call him back.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Is that really what you told him?”
He grinned at me. “Yeah.”
I shook my head. “Give me your damn phone.”
He handed it to me. “Just hit this button, it’ll ring him back.”
I hit the button, and the phone started to ring. I was numb. I felt nothing but a vague shockiness. Parker answered on the second ring, and I started to talk about business. About solving murders, and saving lives. I concentrated on the fact that we were trying to save lives, but my mind kept jumping around. It kept jumping over a vision of Jonah Cooper’s eyes, and his question, how do you stay sane? The answer, the real answer, was, you don’t.
70
An hour later, I was home. I had a date with Mobile Reserve for just after dawn. Captain Parker had told me to get some sleep, as if I sounded like I needed it. He’d even agreed to letting me go in with them. I was to their vampire raids what Haz-Mat was to their meth lab raids. An expert who could help them stay alive and not accidentally blow themselves to hell. Vampires wouldn’t blow up like some of the chemicals used in methamphetamine labs, but lack of knowledge could make you just as dead. I would be their Johnny-on-the-spot expert, and no you don’t want to know how much arguing I had to do to get both the invitation to go in with them and to keep the address until I met them at dawn.
I sat at my kitchen table sipping coffee and staring off into space. The coffee was sloshing against the sides of my cup, like it was trying to escape. That shouldn’t be happening.
Micah was suddenly at my side. He put his hand on my coffee mug.
“You’re going to drop it.”
I stared up at him and didn’t know what he meant. It must have shown on my face, because he explained, “Your hands are shaking. I’m afraid you’re going to drop the cup.” He eased it out of my hands and set it on the table.
I stared at my hands, and he was right. They were shaking.