"Tanya Huff - Darkest Night 03 - Smoke and Ashes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)PRINTED IN THE U. S. A. For Violette and Paul, who rebuild our house, look after our cats, and are even attempting to teach me how to dress. Definitely above and beyond! Chapter One ALTHOUGH BOTH MOON AND stars were hidden behind cloud, the night was not as dark as it could have been. The light from streetlamps bounced off pale concrete, providing illumination enough to make the two men walking along the empty sidewalk clearly visible. The dark-haired man shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his brown suede jacket. “I know we didn’t have much of a choice, but I don’t like how that ended.” “It ended the way it had to end,” the blond replied with a weary smile. And if his teeth were just a little too white and preternaturally long, there was no one there to note it. They might have been the only two men alive in the entire city. Their footsteps should have echoed… that’s how alone they seemed. “Who does?” “You don’t seem to be having any trouble.” “I’ve just had a lot more practice at hiding…” His voice trailed off and, frowning, he looked up. “That’s it. Good. Lee, follow his gaze. A woman screams and…” A plaid flannel body pillow, clearly weighted, dropped down onto the sidewalk about three feet in front of the actors. “… and the unfortunate lady lands. Cut!” Peter Hudson moved out from behind the monitors, pulling off his headset and tossing it back in the general direction of his black canvas chair. Tina, his script supervisor, reached out and snagged the set just before it hit the pavement, her left hand marking the place she’d stopped lining her copy of the script, her eyes never leaving the page. “Mason, I liked the same old/same old thing you had going during the dialogue,” he continued as he reached the pillow. “It was a nice counterpoint to Lee’s whole mortal indignation thing.” “Nice?” Mason Reed—aka Raymond Dark, syndicated television’s most popular vampire detective and star of Darkest Night—folded his arms, and curled a lip to expose one fake fang. “That’s the best you can do?” “It’s after midnight,” Peter sighed. “Be thankful I can still come up with nice. Once Angela adds the |
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