"Laurell K. Hamilton - Anita Blake 06 - Killing Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

"I'll be in town tomorrow."
"You're that sure someone else will take the contract?"
"I don't even open my door for less than a hundred grand, Anita. Someone
will take the hit, and it'll be someone good. Not as good as me, but good."
"Any advice until you get into town?"
"I haven't given them my answer yet. That'll delay them. Once I say no,
it'll take a little time to contact another hitter. You should be safe
tonight. Enjoy your weekend off."
"How did you know I had the weekend off?"
 "Craig is a very talkative secretary. Very helpful."
"I'll have to speak to him about that," I said.
"You do that."
"You're sure that there won't be a hitter in town tonight?"
"Nothing in life is sure, Anita, but I wouldn't like it if a client tried
to hire me and then gave the job to someone else."
"You lose many clients at your own hands?" I asked.
"No comment," he said.
"So one last night of safety," I said.
"Probably, but be careful anyway."
"Who put the hit out on me?"
"I don't know," Edward said.
"What do you mean, you don't know? You have to know so you can get paid."
"I go through intermediaries most of the time. Keeps down the chance that
the next client is a cop."
"How do you find wayward clients if they piss you off?"
"I can find them, but it takes time. Anita, if you've got a really good
hitter on your tail, time is something you won't have."
"Oh, that was comforting."
"It wasn't supposed to be comforting," he said, "Can you think of anyone
who hates you so badly and has this kind of money?"
I thought about that for a minute. "No. Most of the people that would fit
the bill are dead."
"The only good enemy is a dead enemy," Edward said.
"Yeah."
"I heard a rumor that you're dating the master of the city. Is that true?"
I hesitated. I realized I was embarrassed to admit the truth to Edward.
"Yeah, it's true."
"I had to hear you say it." I could almost hear him shake his head over the
phone. "Damn, Anita, you know better than that."
"I know," I said.
"Did you dump Richard?"
"No."
"Which monster are you with tonight, bloodsucker or flesh-eater?"
"None of your damn business," I said.
"Fine. Pick the monster of your choice tonight, Anita, have a good time.
Tomorrow we start trying to keep you alive." He hung up. If it had been
anybody else, I'd have said he was angry about me dating a vampire. Or maybe
disappointed would be a better word.
I hung up the phone and sat there for a few minutes, letting it all sink
in. Someone was trying to kill me. Nothing new there, but this someone was