Archiwum
- Index
- Roberts Nora Miłość na deser 01 Miłość na deser
- Hilari Bell Goblin Wood 01 The Goblin Wood v2
- Giovanni Guareschi [Don Camillo 01] The Little World of Don Camillo (pdf)
- Anthony, Piers Tarot 01 God of Tarot
- Christine Young [Highland 01] Highland Honor (pdf)
- 398. Gerard Cindy Dzikie serca 01 Ni srebro ni złoto
- Carter Ally Dziewczyny z Akademii Gallagera 01 Powiedziałabym ci, że cię kocham ale
- Ciara Lake [Xihirian Shifters 01] Xihirah [Siren Classic] (pdf)
- Janrae Frank Journey of Sacred King 01 My Sister's Keeper
- Sandemo Margit Saga o Królestwie Światła 01 Wielkie Wrota
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some water, take another sleeping pill and go back to bed. She knew it was unhealthy, knew
she was avoiding dealing with real life and was probably deeply depressed. Too bad. The
latest pill kicked in and she drifted into another dreamless sleep.
On the third morning, she woke up feeling disgusted with herself and, perhaps more im-
portantly, really needing a shower. So she got up.
After a long, long hot shower, during which she actually managed to bathe in between
bouts of simply standing under the pulsing water, she dried her heat-reddened skin carefully,
donned a comfortable robe and headed downstairs in her bare feet.
Her first stop was the coffee maker, after which she sat and stared at the tiled countertop
until the smell of fresh coffee roused her enough to pour a cup of the life-giving liquid. With
the second cup, she discovered she was also hungry, and microwaved one of her house-
keeper's muffins and then another. After the muffins were gone, she poured yet another cup
of coffee and noticed the red light flashing on her answering machine. She doctored her cof-
fee with lots of sugar and pushed the playback.
The first three messages were from her sister, Holly, all along the lines of, We're sisters,
can't we all just get along? She deleted them. The next message was from Nick, his cheerful
voice informing her he'd be in town on Wednesday she checked the calendar, that was
today and to give him a call if she was around. She deleted that one too, but only after think-
ing about it for awhile. She wasn't ready for Nick yet. Maybe eventually. But not yet.
Next was a call was from Dean Eckhoff, sounding way too serious and official, asking her
to call him. The message had come in the previous afternoon. She frowned, picked up the
phone and dialed.
"Eckhoff, he answered.
"It's Cynthia."
"Yeah, let me get somewhere quieter. She heard him moving, heard more than one door
open and close, and then the sound of traffic. So, he wasn't getting somewhere quieter; he
was getting somewhere he couldn't be overheard. Are you okay? Where are you? he asked.
"I'm home. What's going on?"
"Bad shit, Cyn, really bad shit. They found Carballo's body, and I thought... She heard
him take a deep breath and knew he'd been worried about her.
"I'm okay, Dean. What happened?"
"Vampire. She was completely drained, then dumped off in the hills near Malibu Canyon,
along the freeway. Some Cal Trans workers found her. She'd been there a couple of days,
looks like."
Cyn was surprised at the pain of loss, surprised at the tears that filled her eyes. Benita
had been a friend, no matter what had happened later. But she had also betrayed Cyn to the
vamps, knowing exactly what Albin and Pushkin planned to do to her. A part of Cyn couldn't
help feeling that a certain poetic justice had been served.
"Cyn?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"The bastards killed her. He was angry, disappointed in Cyn.
"She was your snitch, Eckhoff, Cyn said flatly. She told me herself. She proceeded to
describe the night at the ranch house, how Benita had coaxed her to the party and set her up,
then bragged about how she was playing the cops.
"Damnit, Eckhoff swore. Goddamnit. Okay, listen, Cyn, you lay low for awhile and don't
be surprised if they pull you in for questioning "
"I didn't do anything!"
He sighed. Carballo left some notes, deliberately casual stuff, but enough to let us know
where she was going that night and who she was going with. You. She made it look an awful
lot like you were the one feeding the vamps information, which was probably the plan all
along until it backfired on her. Now that I know where to look, it'll "
"That's bullshit and you know it."
"I do, but a cop is dead, Cyn, and everyone knows you play with the vampires. They'd
rather believe it was you than believe one of their own was dirty."
"Great. You know, I'm beginning to think waking up wasn't such a good idea after all."
"What?"
"Nevermind. Damnit. This blows. So what should I do now?"
"Just lay low. I'll do what I can from here, and eventually they'll have to admit the truth.
But, Cyn, it might be awhile."
"Yeah, she said glumly. I know. No matter how much evidence they uncovered that
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