"Simon Hawke - Wizard 6 - The Wizard Of Sante Fe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

"Mona said the Bureau headquarters in New York has just received a report of a murder involving
necromancy in Santa Fe, New Mexico," said Archimedes. "She accessed their data banks and gave me
a download."

"Damn," said Wyrdrune. "Is Billy up?"

"He didn't come in last night."

Wyrdrune frowned. "What do you mean, he didn't come in?"

"He went out around nine last night and he hasn't been back," said Archimedes. "I'm a little worried
about him."

"He was out all night? What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock."

"Hell. Kira, come on, get up!"

"What is it?" she murmured sleepily.

"Another case of necromancy," Wyrdrune replied.

Kira instantly sat up in bed, her dark eyes wide. "Where?"

"Santa Fe, New Mexico. Mona just called Archimedes. The Bureau got a report."

"Shit. Okay, I'm up. Where's Billy?"

"Out."

"Again?"

"Yeah. I'm going to wring his scrawny little neck when he gets back."

Kira got out of bed. She was wearing a brief pair of sheer black panties and a torn, black tank top. She
padded barefoot to the bathroom.
"That'll be a neat trick," she said with a chuckle. "He's liable to wring yours."

"I don't care how tough that little bastard thinks he is, he's too damn young to be staying out all night."

"He's over two thousand years old," Kira called over the sound of water running in the sink.

"Merlin'sover two thousand years old," Wyrdrune replied wryly. "Billy's only fifteen."

"He can take care of himself," said Kira. She started to brush her teeth.

Wyrdrune lowered Archimedes to the floor and got out of bed. "I don't know what Merlin's thinking of,
letting Billy hang out in bars all night. How the hell does he manage to avoid being carded?"