"Barbara Karmazin - Blackbird 2 - Out of the Dark" - читать интересную книгу автора (Karmazin Barbara)

young Sidhe woman Aliah.

He turned the page. This wasn't his religion. These words were not his beliefs. Still they comforted him
with their simple truths. тАЬTo every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.тАЭ

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The funeral itself had been a simple closed coffin affair, which suited Tiny just fine. He had no desire to
stand and stare at some woman's dead body. He'd always hated funerals, but he'd attend a thousand
funerals if that's what it took to find Cait.

When they introduced themselves to Esther, Rachel's daughter, she invited them to her house. Tiny
glanced at the yarmulkes on the wooden table. Positioning himself beside the table and handing out the
skullcaps gave him the perfect excuse to observe the mourners.

The cantor's pure tenor voice spiraled above the quiet murmur of the guests. тАЬI will lift up mine eyes to
the hills. From whence cometh my help? My help cometh from the Lord who made heaven and earth.тАЭ

Tiny crossed his arms and watched Indio work the crowd, showing Cait's holoimage around and asking
questions. He knew better than to try and interfere with his buddy right now. Indio was a born cop, a
damn good cop. It was a way of life for him, not just a job.

He smothered a grin at the sight of Socorro walking hand in hand with her father. Having her here like
this was a big help. Those who hesitated when they saw the burn scars on Indio's face relaxed at the sight
of a little girl holding her daddy's hand.

He shook his head. Keeping track of things, handling finances, that's what he did best. He and Indio
were opposites. Like yin and yang, they were two sides of the same coin. That's why they got along so
well. They didn't have to compete with each other. Cait was the glue, the hinge piece that joined them
together.

Two more guests walked in. They wore plain white t-shirts and black jeans. Dark blue tattoos of
elaborate curlicues covered the taller man's bald scalp. They made his pale skin look chalk white. Tiny let
his gaze travel down and peered at the dragons and vines that circled the man's thick muscled arms.

Tiny picked up two yarmulkes and handed them over while he studied the second man. Whipcord lean,
with black hair, dark eyes and smooth, caramel brown skin, the shorter man flashed a wary smile then
accepted the skullcap.

The tall man offered Tiny his hand and said, тАЬHi. My name's Jesse Donovan. This is Ibrahim Nour.
We're Rachel's friends.тАЭ

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The cantor's sweet tenor continued over the muted bustle of the crowded room. тАЬThe Lord is my
shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still
waters.тАЭ

Esther Shoenfeld led Indio and Socorro over to a line of stools set up along the back wall. тАЬMom didn't
have to live the way she did and wear the kind of clothes she wore. I told her it was dangerous but she