"Tanya Huff - Victory Nelson - The Vengeful Spirit of Lake Nepeakea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

dashboard."
He shook his head. The truck-load of logs coming
down from Northern Ontario had missed them by inches.
Feet at the very most. All right, maybe yards but not very
many of them. When they'd left the city, just after sunset, it
had seemed logical that Vicki, with her better night sight,
should drive. He was regretting that logic now but, realizing
he didn't have a hope in hell of gaining control of the
vehicle, he tried to force himself to relax. "The speed limit
isn't just a good idea," he growled through clenched teeth,
"it's the law."
She grinned, her teeth very white in the darkness. "You
didn't used to be this nervous."
"I didn't used to have cause." His fingers wouldn't
release their grip so he left them where they were. "So this
missing surveyor, what did heтАФ"
"She."
"She do to piss off the protective spirit?"
"Nothing much. She was just working for Stuart
Gordon."
"The same Stuart Gordon you're working for."
"The very one."
Right. Celluci stared out at the trees and tried not to
think about how fast they were passing. Vicki Nelson
against the protective spirit of Lake Nepeakea. That's one
for pay for viewтАж


"This is the place."
"No. In order for this to be 'the place' there'd have to be
something here. It has to be 'a place' before it can be 'the
place'."
"I hate to admit it," Vicki muttered, leaning forward and
peering over the arc of the steering wheel, "but you've got
a point." They'd gone through the village of Dulvie, turned
right at the ruined barn and followed the faded signs to the
Lodge. The road, if the rutted lanes of the last few miles
could be called a road, had ended, as per the directions
she'd received, in a small gravel parking lot тАФ or more
specifically in a hard-packed rectangular area that could
now be called a parking lot because she'd stopped her van
on it. "He said you could see the lodge from here."
Celluci snorted. "Maybe you can."
"No. I can't. All I can see are trees." At least she
assumed they were trees; the high contrast between the
area her headlights covered and the total darkness beyond
made it difficult to tell for sure. Silently calling herself
several kinds of fool, she switched off the lights. The
shadows separated into half a dozen large evergreens and
the silhouette of a roof steeply angled to shed snow.