"Joy, Dara - High 02 - High Intensity" - читать интересную книгу автора (Joy Dara)

The only articles Tyber was aware that the former Arthur Bloomberg read were the ones that appeared in scientific journals. Then he saw that Blooey was referring to the articles of the Brethren, which all self-respecting pirates and marauders abided by.
Tyber stroked his jaw. "The articles say that if
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he's quick enough to get away with it, then the booty is his."
Blooey glowered darkly, almost looking as if he were about to pull out a cutlass.
His captain stared him down. "The key phrase is: if he's quick enough. Are you saying you are not fast enough to stop him?"
Blooey's mouth pursed. "But, Captain, he ain't no ordinary seaman! He's a sneaky bilge rat when he's in a certain mood!"
"Show him the error of his ways. I'll warrant that'll cure the problem."
Blooey narrowed his eyes. "And how am I to do that?"
Tyber gave the cook a knowing smirk as he reached over to the mail table and opened a small drawer. He pulled out a large pistol.
Blooey's eyes gleamed. "A pistol, Captain?"
"Aye. Shoot the bugger if he gets near the countertops. Like so ..." Tyber demonstrated by pulling the trigger. A spray of water spewed across the room, hitting Zanita squarely on the back of the neck.
"Hey!"
Zanita glared at them over her shoulder. Blooey and Tyber chuckled, looking like co-conspirators in some nefarious plot.
She stuck her tongue out at them and gave them her back.
Tyber shook his head, his focus now on the
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nicely curved backside presented to him. And when Tyberius Augustus Evans was focused, he was focused.
"Almost forgot to tell you, Captain, there is a message for ye."
"Hmmm?" Tyber slanted his head to the side to observe Zanita's derriere as it wiggled in front of the flames. She had always been a sucker for a roaring fire.
Which was why he had instructed Blooey to always make sure one was lit in the parlor and their bedroom during the fall and winter.
He smiled. Aye, he was a dastardly rogue. The derriere wiggled some more.
"A man by the name of Hubble called. Said that there is one other investigator besides him coming to the tavern this weekend and he just wanted to let you know. Mentioned something about the other side; didn't get that one, Captain."
"That's okay, Blooey. I think I know what he meant."
Zanita looked up from the flames and blinked. "A man named Hubble is investigating the ghost, too? Hubble like the astronomer? That is too funny."
"I suppose that sums up the whole tone of the investigation right there, baby, doesn't it?" Tyber grinned.
Her shoulders scrunched. "Tyber, you promised to be objective!"
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"And so I shall."
Zanita crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't mean physicist objectiveЧthat's not the same."
His blue eyes twinkled. "Would you care to explain that?"
"Not just yet."
"Mmmm."
"Who is this Hubble anyway?"
"He's a skeptical observer. Comes from the Society for Cognitive Reasoning. They have some kind of catchy nickname, but I can't think of it right now."
"Why is he getting involved? Did you call him?"
"Of course I did," he said evenly. "I want everyone to know I'm investigating a ghost. So just to be sure, I also called Princeton, Omni magazine, and the National Science Foundation."
She decided to call that one dry wit. "So who called him?"
"The inn's owner. Guess he wanted to cover all the bases. I don't even want to know who the other investigator is; it might be someone with snakes and rattles."
Zanita was not happy with the Hubble addition. "Great. This is just what we need! The Grand Inquisitor breathing down our necks."
Tyber crossed his arms languidly over his chest. "He won't get near your neck, baby. I promise."
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"Hmf."

"Or any other of your pretty parts." "Hmf."