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

The man in gray leaned to the outside and craned his neck. He could see

the bartender and was now worried that he couldn't see me as well, but

it was too late to investigate the problem without calling attention to
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himself.

The woman stared at her companion, her breath gently ruffling the veil.

Her voice was pitched low, but even at that distance I had no trouble

hearing the conversation.

"Do you have it?"

The man cocked his head to one side, favoring her with the stronger lens

of the pince-nez. "I might ask you the same question." His voice was

flat and breathy, as though he were afraid the let the words out.

She didn't like him or his answer, but eventually lifted the purse from

her lap to the table. With her left hand she pulled out a slim leather

case and opened it for his inspection. It was no larger than a pack of

cigarettes, and she held it ready to pull back if he grabbed it. He

peered at the contents a moment, then drew a jeweler's loupe from his

pocket.

"May I?" He extended a manicured hand. She hesitated. "I have to verify

that it is genuine. Miss er Green. Mr. Swafford was very clear on

that point."

She put the case on the table, her right hand lingering inside the big

purse. "Just as long as you know that this is genuine," she told him,

and turned the bag to let him see inside.