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Guilty Pleasures   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

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Аннотация: Vampire hunter Anita Blake (known by the vampires she kills as “The Executioner”) is hired by the most powerful vampire in town to find out who has been murdering vampires.


Laurell K. Hamilton

Guilty Pleasures (v1.1)

Book 1 of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series


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 easy, are you?”

I looked directly at him for a moment. His eyes were still brown. He caught me looking, and I looked down at my desk.

Willie laughed, a wheezing snicker of a sound. The laugh hadn't changed. “Geez, I love it. You're afraid of me.”

“Not afraid, just cautious.”

“You don't have to admit it. I can smell the fear on you, almost like somethin' touching my face, my brain. You're afraid of me, 'cause I'm a vampire.”

I shrugged; what could I say? How do you lie to someone who can smell your fear? “Why are you here, Willie?”

“Geez, I wish I had a smoke.” The skin began to jump at the corner of his mouth.

“I didn't think vampires had nervous twitches.”

His hand went up, almost touched it. He smiled, flashing fangs. “Some things don't change.”

I wanted to ask him, what does change? How does it feel to be dead? I knew other vampires, but Willie was the first I had known before and after death. It was a peculiar feeling. “What do you want?”

“Hey, I'm here to give you money. To become a client.”

I glanced up at him, avoiding his eyes. His tie tack caught the overhead lights. Real gold. Willie had never had anything like that before. He was doing all right for a dead man. “I raise the dead for a living, no pun intended. Why would a vampire need a zombie raised?”

He shook his head, two quick jerks to either side. “No, no voodoo stuff. I wanna hire you to investigate some murderers.”

“I am not a private investigator.”

“But you got one of 'em on retainer to your outfit.”

I nodded. “You could just hire Ms. Sims directly. You don't have to go through me for that.”

Again that jerky head shake. “But she don't know about vampires the way you do.”

I sighed. “Can we cut to the chase here, Willie? I have to leave”-I glanced at the wall clock-“in fifteen minutes. I don't like to leave a client waiting alone in a cemetery. They tend to get jumpy.”

He laughed. I found the snickery laugh comforting, even with the fangs. Surely vampires should have rich, melodious laughs. “I'll bet they do. I'll just bet they do.” His face sobered suddenly, as if a hand had wiped his laughter away.

I felt fear like a jerk in the pit of my stomach. Vampires could change movements like clicking a switch. If he could do that, what else could he do?

“You know about the vampires that are getting wasted over in the District?”

He made it a question, so I answered. “I'm familiar with them.” Four vampires had been slaughtered in the new vampire club district. Their hearts had been torn out, their heads cut off.

“You still working with the cops?”

“I am still on retainer with the new task force.”

He laughed again. “Yeah, the spook squad. Underbudgeted and undermanned, right.”

“You've described most of the police work in this town.”

“Maybe, but the cops feel like you do, Anita. What's one more dead vampire? New laws don't change that.”

It had only been two years since Addison v. Clark. The court case gave us a revised version of what life was, and what death wasn't. Vampirism was legal in the good of U. S. of A. We were one of the few countries to acknowledge them. The immigration people were having fits trying to keep foreign vampires from immigrating in, well, flocks.

All sorts of questions were being fought out in court. Did heirs have to give back their inheritance? Were you widowed if your spouse became undead? Was it murder to slay a vampire? There was even a movement to give them the vote. Times were a-changing.

I stared at the vampire in front of me and shrugged. Did I really believe what was one more dead vampire? Maybe. “If you believe I feel that way, why come to me at all?”

“Because you're the best at what you do. We need the best.”

It was the first time he had said “we.”

“Who are you working for, Willie?”

He smiled then, a close secretive smile, like he knew some thing I should know. “Never you mind that. Money's real good. We want somebody who knows the night life to be looking into these murders.”

“I've seen the bodies, Willie. I gave my opinions to the police.”

“What'd you think?” He leaned forward in the chair, small hands flat on my desk. His fingernails were pale, almost white, bloodless.

“I gave a full report to the police.” I stared up at him, almost looking him in the eye.

“Won't even give me that, will ya?”

“I am not at liberty to discuss police business with you.”

“I told 'em you wouldn't go for this.”

“Go for what? You haven't told me a damn thing.”

“We want you to investigate the vampire killings, find out who's, or what's, doing it. We'll pay you three times your normal fee.”

I shook my head. That explained why Bert, the greedy son of a gun, had set up this meeting. He knew how I felt about vampires, but my contract forced me to at least meet with any client that had given Bert a retainer. My boss would do anything for money. Problem was he thought I should, too. Bert and I would be having a “talk” very soon.

I stood. “The police are looking into it. I am already giving them all the help I can. In a way I am already working on the case. Save your money.


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