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

' Nu? I don't have a mouth either, but you hear me talking, don't you, Miss Smarty Pants?"

"Listen, bad enough I'm sneaking out with evidence from a crime scene, I don't need any tsuris from
you."

"Evidence? Who're you calling evidence? Wait a minute. . where does a gypsy fortune-teller who dresses
like a stolen car get off using a word like tsuris?"

"I'm Jewish. So sue me."

"You're Jewish? That's funny, you don't look Jewish."

"Oh, and I suppose you do?"

"I must admit you have a point there," Broom said. "Where's the cat?"

Natasha looked over her shoulder. "She's coming down behind us. You sure she's not a thaumagene?"

"Nope. Shadow is a perfectly ordinary house cat," Broom said. "Which is to say, no magic. She doesn't
talk, but she's smart as a whip."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Natasha said. "If McGuire finds out, he'll kill me."

"For what, stealing a broom?"

"A thaumaturgically animated, talking broom, who can probably answer all his questions," said Natasha.

"Trust me, bubeleh, you're doing the right thing. Those policemen would've asked me lots of questions
that I couldn't really answer and then I'd have wound up in some dark closet in their property room."

"Somehow, I doubt that," said Natasha with a grin. And then her smile faded. "What I'm worried about is
how I'm going to get out of here with you. They're liable to ask me lots of questions I can't really answer
if I go traipsing through the lobby with you."

"Go down to the basement and out through the parking garage," said Broom. "Then you can walk over to
First Avenue and hail a cab."

"McGuire said he was going to come back and pick me up in about two hours," she said. She checked
her watch. "Boy, he is not going to be happy about this. Just remember, Broom, we've got a deal. I
expect some serious cooperation in return for this."

"You'll get it, don't worry," said the broom. "You may not want it when you got it, but you'll get it. Boy,
will you ever get it. And boy, are you not going to want it. Maybe you should just put me and the cat in
that cab and go back up to the penthouse so you can meet your friend. You really don't want to get
mixed up in this farpotshket situation. You look like a nice girl. A little too much with the makeup,
maybe, and the purple hair I could do without, but you should just live and be happy and not get yourself
involved. Trust me on this, okay? I know from what I'm talking."

"Forget it, Broom, we made a deal. I get you out of there and take you where you want to go, and in