"03 - Circus of the Damned 4.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

uninterrupted sleep. Let Ruebens's sleep be interrupted.
"Could you find out the location of the Master's retreat?" Inger asked.
"Probably, but if I did, I wouldn't give it to you."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because she is in league with him," Ruebens said.
"Hush, Jeremy."
Ruebens opened his mouth to protest, but Inger said, "Please, Jeremy, for the
cause."
Ruebens struggled visibly to swallow his anger, but he choked it down. Control.
"Why not, Ms. Blake?" Inger's eyes were very serious, the pleasant sparkle
seeping away like melting ice.
"I've killed master vampires before, none of them with a stake."
"How then?"
I smiled. "No, Mr. Inger, if you want lessons in vampire slaying, you're going
to have to go elsewhere. Just by answering your questions, I could be charged as
an accessory to murder."
"Would you tell us if we had a better plan?" Inger said.
I thought about that for a minute. Jean-Claude dead, really dead. It would
certainly make my life easier, but . . . but.
"I don't know," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because I think he'll kill you. I don't give humans over to the monsters, Mr.
Inger, not even people who hate me."
"We don't hate you Ms. Blake."
I motioned with the coffee mug towards Ruebens. "Maybe you don't, but he does."
Ruebens just glared at me. At least he didn't try to deny it.
"If we come up with a better plan, can we talk to you again?" Inger asked.
I stared at Ruebens's angry little eyes. "Sure, why not?"
Inger stood and offered me his hand. "Thank you, Ms. Blake. You have been most
helpful."
His hand enveloped mine. He was a large man, but he didn't try using his size to
make me feel small. I appreciated that.
"The next time we meet, Anita Blake, you will be more cooperative." Ruebens
said.
"That sounded like a threat, Jerry."
Ruebens smiled, a most unpleasant smile. "Humans First believes the means
justifies the end, Anita."
I opened my royal purple suit jacket. Inside was a shoulder holster complete
with a Browning Hi-Power 9mm. The purple skirt's thin black belt was just sturdy
enough to be looped through the shoulder holster. Executive terrorist chic.
"When it comes to survival, Jerry, I believe that, too."
"We have not offered you violence," Inger said.
"No, but ol' Jerry here is thinking about it. I just want him and the rest of
your little group to believe I'm serious. Mess with me, and people are going to
die."
"There are dozens of us," Ruebens said, "and only one of you."
"Yeah, but who's going to be first in line?" I said.
"Enough of this, Jeremy, Ms. Blake. We didn't come here to threaten you. We came
for your help. We will come up with a better plan and talk to you again."
"Don't bring him," I said.