"Laurell K. Hamilton - Anita Blake 10 - Narcissus Chains" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

Nathaniel and everyone else is alive. Talk to me, Gregory."
His voice came squeezed tight, as if he were gritting his teeth. "Yesss."
"Yes, what, they're all alive?"
"Yess."
"What are they doing to you?"
He screamed into the phone, and the sound raised the hairs on my neck and
danced down my arms in goosebumps. The sound stopped abruptly. "Gregory,
Gregory!" I was yelling against the techno-beat of the music, but no one was
answering.
Marco came back on the line. "They are all alive, if not quite well. The
one they call Nathaniel is a lovely young man, all that long auburn hair and
the most extraordinary violet eyes. So pretty, it would be a shame to spoil
all that beauty. Of course, this one is lovely too, blond, blue-eyed. Someone
told me that they both work as strippers? Is that true?"
I wasn't numb anymore, I was scared, and angry, and I still had not a clue
to why this was happening. My voice came out almost even, almost calm. "Yeah,
it's true. You're new in town, Marco, so you don't know me. But trust me, you
don't want to do this."
"Perhaps not, but my alpha does."
Ah, shapeshifter politics. I hated shapeshifter politics. "Why? The
wereleopards are no threat to anyone."
"Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die."
A literate kidnapper, refreshing. "What do you want, Marco?"
"My alpha wants you to come down and rescue your cats, if you can."
"What club are you at?"
"Narcissus in Chains." And he hung up.

2

"DAMN IT!"
"What's happened?" Ronnie asked. I'd almost forgotten her. She didn't
belong in this part of my life, but there she was, leaning against the kitchen
cabinets, searching my face, looking worried.
"I'll take care of it."
She gripped my arm. "You gave me this speech about wanting your friends
back, about not wanting to push us all away. Did you mean it, or was it just
talk?"
I took a deep breath and let it out. I told her what the other side of the
conversation had been.
"And you don't have any clue what this is about?" she asked.
"No, I don't."
"That's odd. Usually stuff like this builds up, it doesn't just drop out of
the blue."
I nodded. "I know."
"Star 69 will ring back whatever number just called you."
"What good will that do?"
"It will let you know if they're really at this club, or whether it's just
a trap for you."
"Not just another pretty face, are you?" I said.
She smiled. "I'm a trained detective. We know about these things." The