"Linnea Sinclair - Rhapsody In The Key of Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sinclair Linnea)

That was another thing Kieran complained about.
I opened my eyes. Tiredness. The cases, the prejudices were wearing me
down. ThatтАЩs all it was. Not the first vicious glimmerings of RRS.
His smile was soft. тАЬGet a couple hours rest, go through his things in the
morning.тАЭ
тАЬI need to do this now, to keep the continuity, so I donтАЩt make mistakes.тАЭ
тАЬYou already made one. You told Granville the lights were off in TruedellтАЩs
suite. But they were on when he opened the door. DonтАЩt you remember? You didnтАЩt
even give me your usual warning not to touch the lightpads. Because the lights in the
rooms were already on.тАЭ
The lights had been on. That meant Truedell had seen his murderer. But I
couldnтАЩt see what Truedell had.
My throat tightened. Something cold churned in my stomach. I shoved myself
out of the plush luxury of the silk couch, away from the comforting warmth of
KieranтАЩs touch. Because underneath that comfort lay his concern, which suddenly
felt smothering.
Stop being your job, heтАЩd said for the past ten months. Start being just you.
Other emotions railed at me. The cop on duty in the hallway outside the suite
didnтАЩt want to be there, didnтАЩt want to be guarding a crime scene with a PI on site. A
death stalker. A corpse cop.
I wanted nothing more than to go back to Nidus Point, to the vast, verdant
acreage surrounding KieranтАЩs house and feel only the small life essences of the birds,
the flittermoths, the treecats and the foxes.
But I couldnтАЩt let myself. I had a case to solve first. Maybe my last.
I ignored KieranтАЩs soft encouragements and fled into the suiteтАЩs bedroom.
The lights were on. But the forensic tech had been in there. He might have turned on
the lights. Perhaps the darkness I saw through TruedellтАЩs eyes had been the darkness
of the bedroom. Most people slept with the lights off.
An expensive linen shirt was draped over the back of a padded chair. I
touched it, let myself fall into the EIIs even though they had to have happened before
Truedell was killed. But I needed to keep working, needed someone elseтАЩs
problems. Not my own.

тАжтАЬBets, please. Place your bets.тАЭ
The womanтАЩs voice was clear, lilting, with a slight accent I hadnтАЩt heard in
a long time. It drew me in as I waited on the fringe of the crowd clustered thickly
around the hazard table. I didnтАЩt want to play, had no interest in betting anymore.
Especially when players had to be at least five deep around the table. Yes, thereтАЩs
anonymity in a crowd but there are also watchers. Dionosio taught me that as
well.
The crowd shouted across the table in a cacophony of voices. Old, young,
nasal, mellow, male, female. A cocktail waitress brushed against me, champagne
bubbles pattering against my skin, her voice almost girlish. тАЬSorry, sir. Busy here
tonight.тАЭ
It was. Yes, it was...
It was also blank, dark. I knew casinos werenтАЩt. Another chill wracked
through me. An omen of things to come? Is this what insanity would be like, an
endless emptiness?
тАЬJynx.тАЭ KieranтАЩs large hand brushed my hair out of my face. His gray eyes
were storm colored. It had already rained on my cheeks. тАЬYouтАЩre crying.тАЭ