"Simon Hawke - Wizards 08 - Wizard of Lovecraft Cafe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

She was so completely different from any woman he had ever met, She had immediately sensed his
interest and announced, in a thick, Transylvanian accent, "You find me interesting, no? Something
different, an unusual experience, eh?" She had drawn out the word "un-yoo-shoo-all" the way Count
Dracula might have done. "You wonder if you can maintain control with such a woman. Hah!"

The melodramatic Balkan accent was merely an affectation, of course, something she trotted out from
time to time merely to amuse herself. Natasha Ouspenskaya, despite her name, hailed not from the
Carpathians, but from Roslyn, Long Island. And if McGuire had any remaining doubts about her psychic
abilities, they were gone after that first dinner date. She had been able to read him like an open book,
something he had found extremely disconcerting. Their relationship, if it could even be called that, had not
lasted longer than two or three dates, but they had remained friends and McGuire continued to call on
her whenever the department was faced with a particularly baffling case.

He had expected her to come sweeping flamboyantly into the room when she arrived, making one of her
usual grand entrances, but instead she staggered in, supported by a police officer. Her face was white
and she looked shaken. "Natasha!" McGuire said, moving toward her quickly. "What happened?"
"She threw up in the elevator," the patrolman said.

"Are you all right?" said McGuire.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Give me a minute." She straightened up with effort and took a deep
breath, pressing her fingers to her temples, then exhaled heavily. She repeated the deep breathing several
times before she spoke again. "Whoo. That's better. It's not so bad now. Damn, the hell have you got
here, Mac?"

I was hoping you could tell me," McGuire said. "You're picking something up already?"

'Picking it up? It's practically knocking me down! The vibrations in that elevator just about floored me.
I've never anything like it."

McGuire frowned. "And that was just in the elevator?" Somebody died in that elevator, Mac. Died
horribly."

"Yes, two Bureau agents," said McGuire, nodding.

No . . . there was only one."

McGuire shook his" head. "There were two. Agents Silver Whelen. And one police officer. He survived,
but he's the hospital, in critical condition."

Natasha shook her head. "No. . . . No, that can't be she insisted. "Only one man died in that elevator,
psychic impressions are extremely strong. I could almost his mind screaming."

McGuire pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose it's possible. One of them might have died in the
elevator; other one might have died in here and Angelo may have him back in, not realizing he was
already dead. I guess could have happened that way. In any case, I've got two Bureau agents and one
cop in intensive care. I want to what happened here." "

Magic," said Natasha as she started to circle around the apartment, walking slowly with her arms slightly
spread out from her sides, her eyes wide and alert, glancing all around, her breathing shallow. "Magic