"Tanya Huff - Victoria Nelson - 02 - Blood Trail" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

The hot water had just begun to pound the stink and stiffness away when the phone rang. And rang. She
tried to ignore it, to let the shower drown it out, but had little success. She'd always been a compulsive
phone answerer. Muttering under her breath, she turned the water off, quickly wrapped herself in towels,
and raced for the receiver.

'Oh there you are, dear. What took you so long?"

'It's a very small apartment, Mom." Vicki sighed. She should have known. "Didn't it occur to you at
about the seventh ring that maybe I wasn't going to answer the phone?"

'Of course not. I knew you were home or you'd have had your machine plugged in."

She never left her machine on when she was home. She considered it the ultimate in rudeness. Maybe it
was time to reconsider. The towel began to unwind and she made a grab for it - a second floor apartment
was not high enough up for walking around in skin. "I was in the shower, Mom."

'Good, then I didn't get you away from anything important. I wanted to call you before I left workтАж"

"So that the Life Sciences Department would pay for the call," Vicki added silently. Her mother had
been working as a secretary at Queen's University in Kingston for longer than most of the tenured
professors and she stretched job perks as far and as often as she could.

'тАж and find out when you had vacation this year so maybe we could spend some time together."

Right. Vicki loved her mother but more than three days in her company usually had her ready to commit
matricide. "I don't get vacations anymore, Mom. I'm self-employed now and I have to take what jobs
come my way. And besides, you were here in April."

'You were in the hospital, Vicki, it wasn't exactly a social visit."

The two vertical scars on her left wrist had faded to fine red lines against the pale skin. It looked like a
suicide attempt and it had taken some extremely fancy footwork to avoid telling her mother how she'd
actually gotten them. Being set up as a sacrifice for a demon by a sociopathic hacker was not something
her mother would deal with well. "As soon as I get a free weekend, I'll come by. I promise. I have to go
now, I'm dripping on the carpet."

'Bring that Henry Fitzroy with you. I'd like to meet him."

Vicki grinned. Henry Fitzroy and her mother. That might be worth a weekend in Kingston. "I don't think
so, Mom."

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'Why not? What's wrong with him? Why was he avoiding me at the hospital?"

'He wasn't avoiding you and there's nothing wrong with him." Okay, so he died in 1536. It hadn't slowed