"Mary Janice Davidson - Thief Of Hearts" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

She perched on a stool beside the counter. тАЬHe came in the E.R. with multiple stab wounds. Dark hair,
about seven years old?тАЭ

тАЬAh. He was stable when I left. Amazingly, the bastard who did the cutting managed to miss virtually
every major organ and blood vessel. His motherтАЩs boyfriend,тАЭ Jared added, whipping eggs in a stainless
steel bowl. тАЬCarved the kid up when Mama left him. In CleopatraтАЩs time, they used strangulation as the
death penalty. Kind of makes you long for the good old days, huh?тАЭ

She nodded seriously, though he hadтАФhe thought he hadтАФbeen joking. Dark humor, the kind he took
refuge in when terrible things happened to little kids. To anyone. тАЬSomeoneshould kill the boyfriend,тАЭ she
said matter-of-factly. тАЬThat kind never stops.тАЭ She drummed her fingers on the counter, thinking.

тАЬNow wait a minute,тАЭ he protested. тАЬI can see you trying to fit killing the boyfriend into your busy
scheduleтАФbetween bodyguarding me and grocery shopping and single-handedly cracking every safe on
the blockтАФand youтАЩve got to forget it. If you killed everybody you thought deserved it, youтАЩd never be
done.тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt you think someone who stabs a little boy five times deserves to be removed from the planet?тАЭ

тАЬI think itтАЩs not our call.тАЭ

She snorted, such an incongruous sound with her delicate exterior that he nearly laughed out loud.
тАЬSpoken like a true sheep.тАЭ

He grated cheese irritably. тАЬWhat, because I donтАЩt go around like Vince the Vigilante, IтАЩm a sheep?тАЭ

тАЬNo,тАЭ she said patiently, тАЬyouтАЩre a sheep because you donтАЩt right wrongs.тАЭ

He slammed the bowl on the counter and leaned across it, until his face was two inches from hers. тАЬI had
that childтАЩs blood up to my elbows,тАЭ he said evenly. тАЬDonтАЩt tell me I donтАЩt right wrongs.тАЭ He leaned
back, forcing his temper down. тАЬAnd howтАЩd you know about the kid, anyway? I didnтАЩt see you in the
E.R. all night.тАЭ

тАЬI apologize.тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt be sorry, just use thedoor once in a while so I can see you coming and going.тАЭ

She didnтАЩt smile, just looked at him with serious eyes. тАЬYou know what I meant.тАЭ

тАЬYes,тАЭ he said, whittling away at a shallot until it was a delicate pile of white and green shavings. тАЬI know
and I accept with thanks. For the record, I run into plenty of people whose lungs IтАЩd like to remove
without benefit of anesthesia. But if I concentrated on that, I couldnтАЩt do my job. Saving lives is more
important to me than avenging them.тАЭ

She shifted on her stool, causing the white t-shirt she wore to mold to her breasts for a moment. He
looked away before he accidentally cut off his thumb. тАЬThat sounds nice. YouтАЩre great at your job, I
could tell. The nurses,тАЭ she added dryly, тАЬseem especially impressed with yourтАжhands.тАЭ

He waved the knife at her. тАЬGo on,тАЭ he said modestly.