"Laurell K. Hamilton - Anita Blake 04 - Lunatic Cafe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

Sims has been involved in a lot of preternatural cases. She might be able to
help you."
"Can I trust her?"
"I do."
He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded. "All right, how do I get in
touch with her?"
"Let me give her a call, see if she can see you."
"That would be great, thank you."
"I want to help you, Mr. Smitz. Hunting missing spouses just isn't my
specialty." I dialed the phone as I talked. I knew Ronnie's number by heart.
We exercised at least twice a week together, not to mention an occasional
movie, dinner, whatever. Best friends, a concept that most women never
outgrow. Ask a man who his best friend is and he'll have to think about it. He
won't know right off the top of his head. A woman would. A man might not even
be able to think of a name, not for his best friend. Women keep track of these
things. Men don't. Don't ask me why.
Ronnie's answering machine clicked in. "Ronnie, if you're there, it's
Anita, pick up."
The phone clicked, and a second later I was talking to the genuine article.
"Hi, Anita. I thought you had a date with Richard tonight. Something wrong?"
See, best friends. "Not with the date. I've got a client here who I think
is more up your alley than mine."
"Tell me," she said.
I did.
"Did you recommend he go to the police?"
"Yep."
"He won't go?"
"Nope."
She sighed. "Well, I've done missing persons before but usually after the
police have done everything they can. They have resources I can't touch."
"I'm aware of that," I said.
"He won't budge?"
"I don't think so."
"So it's me or . . ."
"Bert took the job knowing it was a missing person. He might try giving it
to Jamison."
"Jamison doesn't know his butt from a hole in the ground on anything but
raising the dead."
"Yeah, but he's always eager to expand his repertoire."
"Ask him if he can be at my office . . ." She paused while she leafed
through her appointment book. Business must be good. "At nine tomorrow
morning."
"Jesus, you always were an early riser."
"One of my few faults," she said.
I asked George Smitz if nine o'clock tomorrow was all right.
"Couldn't she see me tonight?"
"He wants to see you tonight."
She thought about that for a minute. "Why not? It's not like I have a hot
date, unlike some people I could mention. Sure, send him over. I'll wait.
Friday with a client is better than Friday night alone, I guess."