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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
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There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Catherine said.
Bob opened the door. He still looked ordinary to me, but from the light in Catherine's face, she saw something else. He smiled at her. The smile made his whole face glow and I could see something shining and fine. Love makes us all beautiful. "Sorry to interrupt the girl talk, but there's a phone call for Anita."
"Did they say who it is?"
"Ted Forrester; says it's business."
My eyes widened. Ted Forrester was an alias for a man I knew as Edward. He was a hit man who specialized in vampires, lycanthropes, or anything else that wasn't quite human. I was a licensed vampire hunter. Occasionally, our paths crossed. We might even on some level be friends, maybe.
"Who's Ted Forrester?" Catherine asked.
"Bounty hunter," I said. Ted, Edward's alias, was a bounty hunter with papers to prove it, all nice and legal. I stood and went for the door.
"Is something wrong?" Catherine asked. Not much got past her, which was one of the reasons I avoided her when I was ass deep in alligators. She was smart enough to figure out when things were off-center but she didn't carry a gun. If you can't defend yourself, you are cannon fodder. The only thing that kept Richard from being cannon fodder was that he was a werewolf. Although refusing to kill people made him almost cannon fodder, shapeshifter or not.
"I was just hoping not to have to do any work tonight," I said.
"I thought you had the entire weekend off," she said.
"So did I."
I took the phone in the home office they'd set up. They'd divided the room down the middle. One half was decorated in country with teddy bears and miniature gingham rockers, the other half was masculine with hunting prints and a ship in a bottle on the desk. Compromise at its best.
I picked up the phone and said. "Hello?"
"It's Edward."
"How did you get this number?"
He was quiet for a second. "Child's play."
"Why did you hunt me down, Edward? What's up?"
"Interesting choice of words," he said.
"What are you talking about?"
"I was just offered a contract on your life, for enough money to make it worth my while."
It was my turn to be quiet. "Did you take it?"
"Would I be calling you if I had?"
"Maybe," I said.
He laughed. "True, but I'm not going to take it."
"Why not?"
"Friendship."
"Try again," I said.
"I figure I'll get to kill more people guarding you.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Catherine said.
Bob opened the door. He still looked ordinary to me, but from the light in Catherine's face, she saw something else. He smiled at her. The smile made his whole face glow and I could see something shining and fine. Love makes us all beautiful. "Sorry to interrupt the girl talk, but there's a phone call for Anita."
"Did they say who it is?"
"Ted Forrester; says it's business."
My eyes widened. Ted Forrester was an alias for a man I knew as Edward. He was a hit man who specialized in vampires, lycanthropes, or anything else that wasn't quite human. I was a licensed vampire hunter. Occasionally, our paths crossed. We might even on some level be friends, maybe.
"Who's Ted Forrester?" Catherine asked.
"Bounty hunter," I said. Ted, Edward's alias, was a bounty hunter with papers to prove it, all nice and legal. I stood and went for the door.
"Is something wrong?" Catherine asked. Not much got past her, which was one of the reasons I avoided her when I was ass deep in alligators. She was smart enough to figure out when things were off-center but she didn't carry a gun. If you can't defend yourself, you are cannon fodder. The only thing that kept Richard from being cannon fodder was that he was a werewolf. Although refusing to kill people made him almost cannon fodder, shapeshifter or not.
"I was just hoping not to have to do any work tonight," I said.
"I thought you had the entire weekend off," she said.
"So did I."
I took the phone in the home office they'd set up. They'd divided the room down the middle. One half was decorated in country with teddy bears and miniature gingham rockers, the other half was masculine with hunting prints and a ship in a bottle on the desk. Compromise at its best.
I picked up the phone and said. "Hello?"
"It's Edward."
"How did you get this number?"
He was quiet for a second. "Child's play."
"Why did you hunt me down, Edward? What's up?"
"Interesting choice of words," he said.
"What are you talking about?"
"I was just offered a contract on your life, for enough money to make it worth my while."
It was my turn to be quiet. "Did you take it?"
"Would I be calling you if I had?"
"Maybe," I said.
He laughed. "True, but I'm not going to take it."
"Why not?"
"Friendship."
"Try again," I said.
"I figure I'll get to kill more people guarding you.