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тАЬTell me where you got the information and maybe IтАЩll confirm it, or maybe
I wonтАЩt.тАЭ
His smile widened just a bit. тАЬNow whoтАЩs dancing?тАЭ
He had a point. тАЬIf I say I know the Master, what then?тАЭ
тАЬGive us his daytime resting place,тАЭ Ruebens said. He was leaning forward,
an eager, nearly lustful look on his face. I wasnтАЩt flattered. It wasnтАЩt me
getting his rocks off. It was the thought of staking the Master.
тАЬHow do you know the Master is a he?тАЭ
тАЬThere was an article in the Post-Dispatch. It was careful to mention no
name, but the creature was clearly male,тАЭ Ruebens said.
I wondered how Jean-Claude would like being referred as a тАЬcreature.тАЭ
Better not to find out. тАЬI give you an address and you go in and what, stake
him through the heart?тАЭ
Ruebens nodded. Inger smiled.
I shook my head. тАЬI donтАЩt think so.тАЭ
тАЬYou refuse to help us?тАЭ Ruebens asked.
тАЬNo, I simply donтАЩt know the daytime resting place.тАЭ I was relieved to be
able to tell the truth.
тАЬYou are lying to protect him,тАЭ Ruebens said. His face was growing darker;
deep frown wrinkles showed on his forehead.
тАЬI really donтАЩt know, Mr. Ruebens, Mr. Inger. If you want a zombie raised,
we can talk; otherwiseтАжтАЭ I let the sentence trail off and gave them my best
professional smile. They didnтАЩt seem impressed.
тАЬWe consented to meeting you at this ungodly hour, and we are paying a
handsome fee for the consultation. I would think the least you could do is be
polite.тАЭ
I wanted to say, тАЬYou started it,тАЭ but that would sound childish. тАЬI
offered you coffee. You turned it down.тАЭ
RuebensтАЩs scowl deepened, little anger lines showing around his eyes. тАЬDo
you treat all yourтАж customers this way?тАЭ
тАЬThe last time we met, you called me a zombie-loving bitch. I donтАЩt owe you
anything.тАЭ
тАЬYou took our money.тАЭ
тАЬMy boss did that.тАЭ
тАЬWe met you here at dawn, Ms. Blake. Surely you can meet us halfway.тАЭ
I hadnтАЩt wanted to meet with Ruebens at all, but after Bert took their
money, I was sort of stuck with it. IтАЩd set the meeting at dawn, after my
nightтАЩs work, but before I went to bed. This way I could drive home and get
eight hours uninterrupted sleep. Let RuebensтАЩs sleep be interrupted.
тАЬCould you find out the location of the MasterтАЩs retreat?тАЭ Inger asked.
тАЬProbably, but if I did, I wouldnтАЩt give it to you.тАЭ
тАЬWhy not?тАЭ he asked.
тАЬBecause she is in league with him,тАЭ Ruebens said.
тАЬHush, Jeremy.тАЭ
Ruebens opened his mouth to protest, but Inger said, тАЬPlease, Jeremy, for
the cause.тАЭ
Ruebens struggled visibly to swallow his anger, but he choked it down.
Control.
тАЬWhy not, Ms. Blake?тАЭ IngerтАЩs eyes were very serious, the pleasant sparkle
seeping away like melting ice.