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Название книги: Guilty Pleasures
Автор(ы): Гамильтон Лорел
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Guilty-Pleasures-199162.html
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Willie McCoy had been a jerk before he died. His being dead don't change that. He sat across from me, wearing a loud plaid sport jacket. The polyester pants were primary Crayola green. His short, black hair was slicked back from a thin, triangular face. He had always reminded me of a bit player in a gangster movie. The kind that sells information, runs errands, and is expendable.
Of course now that Willie was a vampire, the expendable part didn't count anymore. But he was still selling information and running errands. No, death hadn't changed him much. But just in case I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket. It was a new category for me.
We sat in the quiet air-conditioned hush of my office. The powder blue walls, which Bert, my boss, thought would be soothing, made the room feel cold.
“Mind if I smoke?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, “I do.”
“Damn, you aren't gonna make this e
Название книги: Guilty Pleasures
Автор(ы): Гамильтон Лорел
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Guilty-Pleasures-199162.html
1
Willie McCoy had been a jerk before he died. His being dead don't change that. He sat across from me, wearing a loud plaid sport jacket. The polyester pants were primary Crayola green. His short, black hair was slicked back from a thin, triangular face. He had always reminded me of a bit player in a gangster movie. The kind that sells information, runs errands, and is expendable.
Of course now that Willie was a vampire, the expendable part didn't count anymore. But he was still selling information and running errands. No, death hadn't changed him much. But just in case I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket. It was a new category for me.
We sat in the quiet air-conditioned hush of my office. The powder blue walls, which Bert, my boss, thought would be soothing, made the room feel cold.
“Mind if I smoke?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, “I do.”
“Damn, you aren't gonna make this e
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