"Karen Koehler - Slayer 03 - Immortal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Koehler Karen)

believe you give me the vapors.тАЭ Then she did a mock swoon across the table.

Irena laughed into her coffee, making it sputter up her nose.

Bess picked herself up, grinning from ear to ear. тАЬYou be a star, girl. You go and do it. You got the
looks.тАЭ

тАЬNo, I donтАЩt.тАЭ

тАЬAll that red hair? Those brown eyes? You calling me a liar?тАЭ

тАЬLiar.тАЭ

тАЬShush! You go do it. Get your pretty ass outta this hole. Why not?тАЭ

Irena thought about that a moment. тАЬBecause JP pays well.тАЭ
Bess waved it away. тАЬFuck JP. I hate the way he looks your way anyway.тАЭ

тАЬWhat way?тАЭ

тАЬThatтАжlook. Like heтАЩs sizing you up for Heaven. What if he asks you to work upstairs? What you
gonna do? Say no?тАЭ

Irena thought about that. What, indeed? True, JP was infamous for his kindness to strays, but he also
worked his girls like a pimp. You didnтАЩt tell him no. You just said Yes or I quit. No was not an option.
And if JP asked Irena to work Heaven, what could she say? She wasnтАЩt like that. She couldnтАЩt sell
herself. She couldnтАЩt do the things those sick girls did.

She would have to quit.

She stared hard at her bitten nails, wondering what she would say. And where she would go if she lost
this job.

тАЬCount Dracula was out there tonight,тАЭ Bess said, choosing a good time to change the subject. She
sipped her coffee. тАЬHe must be looking for you.тАЭ

тАЬHe is not!тАЭ Irena said with a smirk.

тАЬThe way he looks at you? Shit.тАЭ Bess grinned.

The changed of subject let her mind wander off the more pressing problems. She had to smile. No one
knew who тАЬCount DraculaтАЭ really was. He just seemed to be someone who showed up at the club from
time to time. But he didnтАЩt act like a regular. He was quiet and acted like somebody looking for
someone. Maybe he was a cop. He had a kind of cop look about him, though he didnтАЩt resemble one in
any way--tall and lank, but not at all in an unattractive way, with long black rock-musician hair and a long
black leather coat. Like some character out of a moody black-and-white movie. Maybe he was with a
band. Irena didnтАЩt know. No one did. The only thing for certain was that whenever she made eye contact
with him while dancing he always chose to hold it in his dour, unblinking way. As if he were trying to
communicate with her. Trying to tell her something.