"P. N. Elrod - Vampire Files 02 - Lifeblood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

He studied me like a bug. I pretended real hard that I was drunk and

simple-minded and hoped he'd buy the act. It helped that I wore rough

work clothes that stank of the river and past debauches with the

bottle--just another country kid corrupted by the big bad city.

Apparently I was no threat. He knocked back the whiskey and took the

beer to the last booth next to the back door and sat on the outside

edge, where he could see people coming in from the street. I used the

tilted mirror hanging over the bar to watch him. It was an old one with

flecks of tamish like freckles, but his reflection was clear enough. He

hunched over the beer and drained it a sip at a time, with long pauses

in between. His soft hat was pulled low, but now and then his eyes

gleamed when he used the mirror himself. I kept still and enjoyed his

slight puzzlement when he couldn't spot my image in the glass.

Another man walked in from the night and hesitantly approached the bar.
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He was also too well dressed, but was a bit more seedy and timid. He had

a tall, thin body with a beaky nose that supported some black-rimmed

pince-nez on a pastel blue velvet ribbon. He wore a cheap blue suit, the

cuffs a little too short and the pants a little too tight. His ankles

stuck out, revealing black silk socks peeking over the tops of black

shoes with toes that had been chiseled to a lethal point. He affected a

black cane with a silver handle, which would buy him eternity in this

neighborhood if he waved it around too much.

He tried ordering a sherry and got a look of contemptuous disbelief