"David Robbins - Blade 13 - Vengeance Strike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

lapse of concentration could have humorous and potentially dangerous
results.

Two teens approached, both devouring him with their eyes.

Good, he reflected, smiling. Everything must be in order. He swayed
past them, tempted but not foolhardy. A single mark was preferable.

At the next artery, Olympic Boulevard, he took a left and blended in
with the flow of humanity. Even at such a late hour, almost midnight, the
sidewalks were packed with people. He regarded all this fresh meat with
amusement. Los Angeles was one of the few major cities to still be
relatively intact, and it throbbed with activity twenty-four hours of the
day. True, L.A. couldn't compare with Hong Kong or Peking, but it was
still like one giant smorgasbord; all shapes, sizes, and age groups were
present, making his mouth water.

He went several blocks, scanning the humans for a particularly choice
morsel, when the unexpected transpired. Stopping at a curb to wait for
the light to change, he was surprised when a hand fell on his right
shoulder and someone spun him around.
 "Hey, sister. What's happening?"

The speaker was a tall black man wearing an expensive brown suit. A
gold watch adorned his left wrist and three gold rings decorated fingers.

"May I help you?"

Chuckling, the man placed his hands on his hips. "Ain't you the polite
bitch? Yeah, you can help me by telling me what you're doing strutting
your stuff on my turf?"

"I beg your pardon?" he said, and almost resisted when the man
grabbed his right wrist and pulled him over in front of a closed music
store, out of the way of the pedestrians.

"Don't play games with me, lady. Malcolm Luther isn't a guy you can
take lightly."

Now what was all this about? he wondered, and decided to hold off
teaching the human manners until he ascertained the reason for the man's
behavior. "I wouldn't dream of taking you lightly," he said, "but I honestly
don't know why you are so upset."

"You don't, huh?" Malcolm responded skeptically. "Then you must be
new in L.A."

"How did you guess?"

"Easy. No one is dumb enough to cross me unless they don't know no