"P. N. Elrod - Vampire Files 01 - Bloodlist" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

"It was Benny Galligar. You got it from him. You got it! I dunno

nothing, I swear! Just lemme go!" He was all but screaming, and the

panic had him rolling around, trying to break free. I tapped him again,

did it too hard, and that ended the questioning for the night. Shoving

the exasperation to one side, I went over the car again for prints and

found it was registered to International Freshwater Transport, Inc. It
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might not be of much use, but I filed the name away for future

reference.

Outside the car, I wiped the handles clean with the bottom of my coat

and repeated the action on the passenger side. Sanderson's head was

lolled over, leaving his neck taut and vulnerable, with the blood-smell

rising from his body like perfume. I stepped back quickly before

something regrettable happened, and hurried down the street.

Sooner or later, God help me, I would have to feed.

***

The hotel night clerk was half-asleep when I asked for my key.

"That's two-oh-two?" he mumbled, groping for it, but there was no key

hanging next to the number. "Hey, you're not Mr. Ross."

"No, I'm Jack Fleming and I want my key."

"Fleming? Oh, yeah, we had to move your things out. Don't worry, I got

them right back here."

One thing after another. "Why'd you move them out?"

"Well, you only paid for the one night and when you didn't come back, we