"Elrod, P N - Vampire Files 09 - Lady Crymsyn E-Txt" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

"They don't have to know. You could make your whole investment back in one
month."
I laughed once. "You tell me a way to keep a secret in this town, and I might
consider it."
He took the point. "But you got ways around that. Like what you did just now
with Muldan."
"I'm going into this club for fun as well as money. If I get myself gummed up
with making payoffs, it stops being fun and there's not as much money. As long
as I keep my nose clean, the cops got no easy way to hurt me. Anything else
makes things too complicated, and I've got enough complications to keep me
busy." Like finding a dead woman in the basement wall.
He shrugged, which was a minimal lift of his massive shoulders, then turned, and
I followed him up to his lush office. The man who had been there earlier was
still there, but gathered up his cards and left when we came in. Gordy made a
drink for himself; as far as I could tell it was just tonic water and a shot of
lime juice. He didn't ask if I wanted anything, knowing better.
"You getting a cold?" I asked, with a nod at his quinine-laced glass.
"I like the taste."
It kept him sober, too. Yet another way of staying ahead of rivals.
"SoЕ What's the story with the body?" he asked.
"It's more of a skeleton by now." I dropped into an oversize chair, stretched my
legs, and gave him the short version of the whole sad business at Lady Crymsyn,
putting in the part about Blair. "He guessed that I'd called you on it. Is there
any link between the body and you that I should know about?"
He shook his head, taking a seat on his vast couch. I could trust him to be
telling the truth. He always did with me. "It's probably to do with Welsh Lennet
before he got bumped. Walling up broads don't sound like his style, but he had
some real bastards working for him that might have done it. Most of them are
dead, too, though. The guy who tossed those grenades did the whole town a
favor."
"Are any of Lennet's people still around?"
"Shivvey Coker. He was just muscle then, now he's working for Booth Nevis."
Gordy let that news sink in. I didn't like it. Nevis was the man who owned
Crymsyn's lease.
"What's Coker do for him?"
"Runs errands."
"That's pretty vague."
"Has to be, he covers a lot of different areas. If Booth wants something done,
Shivvey's the guy he sends out to make sure it gets done."
"Maybe Shivvey can tell me something about the dead woman."
"Worth a try."
"No idea on who she could be?" I gave him the description Blair gave me.
Gordy thought it through for some moments. He had a memory like a file cabinet.
"Nothing comes to mind, but I wasn't in Lennet's crowd back then, so I couldn't
say who might have been with him or any of his boys. This burg's full of women.
Most guys don't bother to keep track of 'em. There's always another girl coming
in while one's going out. I can ask around, but you'd have better luck. And
you'd be able to get a straight answer. Try asking Shivvey."
"I plan to. Anyone find out who did the boom on Lennet? The reporters said it
was Nevis."