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Micah :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 79 из 80"If you tell anyone, I'll deny it."
I raised Micah's hand to my lips and kissed him. It took some of the anger out of his face. I kissed Nathaniel's hand too, and held them close. "I'm just glad to be alive, Agent Fox."
He nodded. "I'm glad, too." Then he headed for the door.
When the door closed behind him, Micah let out a breath I hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Every time I see that man, something bad happens in my life."
I tugged on his hand so he'd look at me. "What happened to the zombie?"
He gave a frown that showed even around the sunglasses. "I know Salvia tried to kill you, but you ask first about the zombie?"
"Salvia's dead," I said.
He nodded. "I thought you were unconscious by then."
"I was, but once I wasn't there to help with the zombie, it tore him apart, right?"
"Yes," he said.
"He deserved to die," Nathaniel said, and there was a look in his face, so fierce, so pitiless, that it almost scared me. I'd seen a lot of looks on his face, but never one so cold.
"They shot the zombie, they cut at him, but he tore Salvia up."
"Did they get the shooter?"
"They got him," Micah said. "He's dead, too."
"Did they get Rose's testimony?" I asked.
He lowered his glasses enough to give me the full force of his chartreuse eyes. The look was eloquent. Nathaniel laughed.
Micah looked from one to the other of us, then finally back at me. "Do you seriously think that with you dying, Salvia dead, and an assassin gunned down, they were going to question the zombie?"
"Well, why not? They had to wait for the ambulance, right?"
Micah shook his head. Nathaniel laughed again and leaned over to plant a kiss on my forehead. He looked at Micah. "If she'd been there and awake, she'd have questioned the zombie," he said.
"Fine, if they didn't question Rose, what happened to him? Without me they couldn't put him back in the grave."
"Larry flew up."
Nathaniel pointed to the huge bunch of Mylar balloons. "Those are from Larry and Tammy."
I realized then what the death of the salesman would have meant for Larry. It wouldn't have been some salesman in the wrong place at the wrong time; it would have been Marshal Larry Kirkland dead.
"He was really upset, Anita. He blamed himself."
"Not his fault." I squeezed Micah's hand. "Though thanks for the romantic hotel room. Who knew it would be a lifesaver?"
"Let's get you dressed," he said, "and go home.
I raised Micah's hand to my lips and kissed him. It took some of the anger out of his face. I kissed Nathaniel's hand too, and held them close. "I'm just glad to be alive, Agent Fox."
He nodded. "I'm glad, too." Then he headed for the door.
When the door closed behind him, Micah let out a breath I hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Every time I see that man, something bad happens in my life."
I tugged on his hand so he'd look at me. "What happened to the zombie?"
He gave a frown that showed even around the sunglasses. "I know Salvia tried to kill you, but you ask first about the zombie?"
"Salvia's dead," I said.
He nodded. "I thought you were unconscious by then."
"I was, but once I wasn't there to help with the zombie, it tore him apart, right?"
"Yes," he said.
"He deserved to die," Nathaniel said, and there was a look in his face, so fierce, so pitiless, that it almost scared me. I'd seen a lot of looks on his face, but never one so cold.
"They shot the zombie, they cut at him, but he tore Salvia up."
"Did they get the shooter?"
"They got him," Micah said. "He's dead, too."
"Did they get Rose's testimony?" I asked.
He lowered his glasses enough to give me the full force of his chartreuse eyes. The look was eloquent. Nathaniel laughed.
Micah looked from one to the other of us, then finally back at me. "Do you seriously think that with you dying, Salvia dead, and an assassin gunned down, they were going to question the zombie?"
"Well, why not? They had to wait for the ambulance, right?"
Micah shook his head. Nathaniel laughed again and leaned over to plant a kiss on my forehead. He looked at Micah. "If she'd been there and awake, she'd have questioned the zombie," he said.
"Fine, if they didn't question Rose, what happened to him? Without me they couldn't put him back in the grave."
"Larry flew up."
Nathaniel pointed to the huge bunch of Mylar balloons. "Those are from Larry and Tammy."
I realized then what the death of the salesman would have meant for Larry. It wouldn't have been some salesman in the wrong place at the wrong time; it would have been Marshal Larry Kirkland dead.
"He was really upset, Anita. He blamed himself."
"Not his fault." I squeezed Micah's hand. "Though thanks for the romantic hotel room. Who knew it would be a lifesaver?"
"Let's get you dressed," he said, "and go home.