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Incubus Dreams :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“Fine, I’m askin’ what do you do for a living, Mr. Callahan?”
“I am the coordinator for the Coalition for Better Understanding between Lycanthrope and Human Communities.”
“You’re the what?” Patterson said.
“Shut up, Patterson,” Christopher said. “So you’re one of the bleeding heart liberals that think the animals deserve equal rights.”
“Something like that, Sheriff.”
Christopher was giving Micah all his attention suddenly. “Take off the glasses, Mr. Coordinator.”
Micah took off the glasses.
Patterson backed up, and his hand actually touched his gun butt.
Not good. The sheriff just stared into Micah’s kitty-cat eyes and shook his head. “Bestiality and coffin-bait, that is pretty damn low for a white woman.”
And the “white woman” comment took care of any worries I might have had about what other prejudices the sheriff happened to be carrying around. He was an equal opportunity bigot. He hated everybody that wasn’t male and white and straight. What a terribly stark and empty worldview.
“My mother was Hispanic, from Mexico, does that help?”
“Half spic,” he said.
I smiled, and it went all the way to my eyes. “Perfect,” I said, “just perfect.”
“You look awfully happy for someone who’s about to have a really bad night.”
“And how is this night supposed to get any worse, Sheriff?”
“You knew the body would be here, because your boyfriend and his people did it. That’s how you found it.”
“And why did I bring my boyfriends, and how did I arrange for my friend to be here getting drunk?”
“You were going to move the body, hide it. That’s why you needed this many people. There’s something about this one that will lead to your fag vampire friends.”
I wondered how Jean-Claude and Asher would like being referred to as my fag vampire friends. Better not to know. I shook my head. “How many lawsuits do you have against your department?”
“None,” he said.
I laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh. “I find that hard to believe.”
“I get the job done, and that’s all people care about.”
It wasn’t my business, but I had to wonder how many of his arrests were people not white, not straight, not like him. I would have bet almost any amount of money, most of his arrests fell into those categories. I hoped I was wrong, but I doubted I was.
“Fine, I’m askin’ what do you do for a living, Mr. Callahan?”
“I am the coordinator for the Coalition for Better Understanding between Lycanthrope and Human Communities.”
“You’re the what?” Patterson said.
“Shut up, Patterson,” Christopher said. “So you’re one of the bleeding heart liberals that think the animals deserve equal rights.”
“Something like that, Sheriff.”
Christopher was giving Micah all his attention suddenly. “Take off the glasses, Mr. Coordinator.”
Micah took off the glasses.
Patterson backed up, and his hand actually touched his gun butt.
Not good. The sheriff just stared into Micah’s kitty-cat eyes and shook his head. “Bestiality and coffin-bait, that is pretty damn low for a white woman.”
And the “white woman” comment took care of any worries I might have had about what other prejudices the sheriff happened to be carrying around. He was an equal opportunity bigot. He hated everybody that wasn’t male and white and straight. What a terribly stark and empty worldview.
“My mother was Hispanic, from Mexico, does that help?”
“Half spic,” he said.
I smiled, and it went all the way to my eyes. “Perfect,” I said, “just perfect.”
“You look awfully happy for someone who’s about to have a really bad night.”
“And how is this night supposed to get any worse, Sheriff?”
“You knew the body would be here, because your boyfriend and his people did it. That’s how you found it.”
“And why did I bring my boyfriends, and how did I arrange for my friend to be here getting drunk?”
“You were going to move the body, hide it. That’s why you needed this many people. There’s something about this one that will lead to your fag vampire friends.”
I wondered how Jean-Claude and Asher would like being referred to as my fag vampire friends. Better not to know. I shook my head. “How many lawsuits do you have against your department?”
“None,” he said.
I laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh. “I find that hard to believe.”
“I get the job done, and that’s all people care about.”
It wasn’t my business, but I had to wonder how many of his arrests were people not white, not straight, not like him. I would have bet almost any amount of money, most of his arrests fell into those categories. I hoped I was wrong, but I doubted I was.