"P. N. Elrod - Vampire Files 11 - Song In The Dark" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

of the others who were aware of my experience, and soon he'd accepted that I'd somehow

survived. So far as he knew now I was still healing from that bloody damage, yet able to walk around
and

carry on with what passed for normal life, which in his eyes made me without a doubt the toughest SOB
in

Chicago. Strome couldn't have known about my supernatural edge; anything to do with vampires was
well

outside his view of the world, which was fine with me. Like others of his ilk, even if specifics about the

Undead escaped him, he was aware that I was dangerously different. He knew which questions not to
ask, and

that made him a valuable asset to the mob. And me.

Most of the time he and his partner, Lowrey, were bodyguards to their gangland boss and my friend,
Gordy

Weems. We all tripped and fell down on the job a few nights ago, leaving Gordy with a couple of bullets
in
him. He'd survived, too, barely.

While he'd been out for the count, his lieutenants decided that someone had to step into his shoes to deal
with

the running of their mob during the crisis and elected me to take his place. I thought it to be a singularly
bad

idea, but took on the burden for Gordy's sake. I wouldn't have been any kind of a stand-up guy to have
ducked

out when he needed the help. I'd been too cocky assuming the mantle, though. Because of my edge, I'd
come

to believe in my own indestructibility. I thought I could handle anything.

Circumstances and a drunken sadist named Hog Bristow taught me different.

I got my payback on him. Bristow was dead. Ugly dead. I'd killed him, and now I had to give payback
to

someone else about my actions. Even Gordy couldn't get me out of this one. It was serious gang
business, the

resolution of which would take place in his soundproofed upstairs office at his nightclub.