"P. N. Elrod - Vampire Files 04 - Art In The Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

"You're not the social type; Fleming, at least for places like this and mugs like me. You got a problem?"

"Yeah."

He apparently recalled the last time he'd seen my bloodied eyes. "Trouble with Bobbi?"

"No."

"Another woman?"
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I couldn't tell if he was being perceptive like Escott or if it was simply the next logical question for him to
ask. "Yeah, you could say that."

"What kind of trouble?"

"I killed her."

The news didn't exactly send him into a panic. "You need protection, a cleanup job?"

"No, nothing like that."

He had one of those phlegmatic faces under his short-cropped blond hair, great for poker or making
people sweat. "You need to talk about it?"

My instinct to come see him had been right, and I nodded, inwardly relieved.

"So talk," he said. He wasn't the soul of encouragement, but he settled back into the depths of the sofa
to listen. I gave him a short version of how I'd killed the young woman and why I'd done it, just stating
bald facts and not bothering with any defense. During the story he stared at yet another painting above
and behind his desk, his eyes hardly blinking the whole time.

"I'm sure Charles knows about it, but he hasn't said anything. I don't think he ever will."

"Smart guy, then," he approved. "What about Barrett?"

"He apparently took the suicide at face value."

"He probably wants to. How are you taking it?"

" I feel like…" But I couldn't finish. I couldn't put words to what I was feeling.

He raised a hand to call off the question and tried another. "You remember the war?"

"I was in it."