"Murphy,.C.E.-.Walker.1.5.-.2005.-.BANSHEE.CRIES" - читать интересную книгу автора (Murphy C. E)

set in the Arctic.

УHey, Joanie.Ф Billy was watching the guys from forensics brush
snow away from the womanТs body, careful detailed work that gave
lie to the fact that the weather had almost certainly destroyed any
available evidence. УGlad you could make it.Ф He pursed his lips
and shrugged. УWell.Ф

УI know what you mean.Ф I edged a few steps closer, staring down
at the woman reluctantly. УWhyТd you want me?Ф

УLook at her.Ф He shrugged again. УGot ritual murder all over it.Ф

УDid the dead lady tell you that?Ф

Billy gave me a dirty look that I deserved. IТd only learned recently
that some of his intuitive leaps in homicide cases were courtesy of
an occasional ability to converse with ghosts. It was not the kind of
thing I was comfortable with, even thoughЧor particularly
becauseЧI could now do it myself. УNo,Ф he said. УThe physical
evidence did. Can you not make jokes right now, Joanie? This
woman deserves some respect.Ф

УThese women.Ф I let out a long exhalation, looking at my feet.
УThereТs two more. IЕsaw them.Ф

Satisfaction showed in BillyТs voice for just an instant. УI knew
bringing you in was the right thing to do. You get anything else?Ф

Creepy-crawlies shivered over my skin, making me even more
uncomfortable than a wet butt and dead bodies did by themselves.
Billy was much, much easier with weird shit than I was. The
shamanic gift that I hated having would have been far better off
residing in him. УNo. IТm sorry.Ф I forbore to mention I didnТt have a
clue how to get anything else. He looked disappointed enough as it
was. I lowered my voice, feeling like a member of a Sekrit
Brotherhood that dared not voice its name. УDid you get anything?Ф

Billy shook his head. УBeen dead too long. I never get anything
from people whoТve been dead more than forty-eight hours. They
lose their connection with the world.Ф

I nodded, then frowned. УI thought you said your sister visited you
three years after she died.Ф

УI guess bloodТs thicker than ether.Ф

The wind picked up as he spoke, a hair-raising keen that had no
business anywhere outside of a holler. I instinctively lifted my
shoulders against it, then felt a scowl crinkling my forehead so hard