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.” And speaking of uncomfortable topics, “About Lindsey.”“She’s killin’ me, Sentinel.”“I know.I’m sorry.”“I saw her kiss him.”“Honestly? I don’t think she has feelings for Connor.I just don’t think she’s ready to settle down.”He stopped on the sidewalk and looked at me.“Do you think she’ll come around?”“I certainly hope so.But you know how stubborn she is.”Luc laughed mirthlessly.We’d reached my orange car, and he popped a fist gently on the trunk.“I definitely know that, Sentinel.I suppose I decide to wait her out, or I don’t.Not a whole lot else I can do.”I gave him a sympathetic smile.“I guess so.”“By the way, do you have any plans to tell me which vamps were using V? They need to be interviewed.”I shook my head.“No dice.I turned my back when they handed over the drugs, and I promised not to offer up their identities if they did.I made a promise, and I won’t break it.I won’t reveal my source.”I’d expected irritation or a lecture about duty to the House and its vampires, but I didn’t get one.He almost looked proud.“Well played, Sentinel.”I nodded at him, then adjusted my sword and stepped into the car.“While I’m gone, make sure Ethan doesn’t murder Darius.”“I’ll do my best.Good luck,” Luc said, closing the door.I hoped I wouldn’t need it.I wasn’t fancy enough to have a GPS unit, which would have seemed odd in the Volvo anyway.So I found Paulie Cermak’s house the old-fashioned way—with a street address and directions printed from the Internet, offered up by Kelley before I left the House.Jeff had been right—Cermak’s place wasn’t far from the Garfield Park Conservatory.The conservatory was an amazing place, but this area had definitely seen better days.Some chunks of the block were empty of houses, the little remaining grass strewn with trash.Many of the buildings—grand stone apartment houses and World War II–era homes—had seen better days.Cermak’s house was nondescript—a narrow, two-story building with gray shingles and a highly pitched roof.The yard was neat, the grass clipped, but with no real landscaping to speak of.The remains of a paper fast-food bag were sprinkled across the lawn, probably caught in a mower blade, and no one had cared enough to clean up.He was lucky in one respect—unlike the rest of the houses on this side of the block, Cermak’s had a side garage.It wasn’t attached, but it was a garage nonetheless, and it gave him a way to avoid what thousands of other Chicagoans had to face every day—residential on-street parking.I parked my car a few houses down the block, then grabbed my sword and a small black flashlight from the glove box.Once outside, I belted on my sword and pushed the flashlight into my pocket.I locked up the car, took a good look around for any errant McKetricks or unmarked police cars, and started walking.I’d been standing Sentinel for a few months now.While I wasn’t thrilled about the battles, I was getting used to them.But the part of the work that still made me nervous was the walk-up.I’d been nervous walking down Michigan with Jonah, but at least I’d had someone to keep me company and keep my mind off the task ahead.Now I was alone in a dark, quiet neighborhood with nothing but my thoughts.I hated the anticipation of violence.I stopped beside the house’s black plastic mailbox.The red flag was raised, but I resisted the urge to open the box and see what he was mailing out.I had enough problems without adding mail tampering to the list.Cermak’s garage was dark, as was the top floor of the house.The first floor glowed with light.The security door was open; the screen door was closed.“Start with the garage,” I murmured, tiptoeing through the grass on the far side of the lot.The driveway, such as it was, consisted of two thin lines of concrete, just enough to give a car tire a bit of protection from the mud.I stuck to the grass to muffle the sound of my boots.While I planned to knock on the front door at some point, I wanted to check out the lay of the land first, and that required sneakiness.The garage was narrow, an old style with a pull-up door and a row of windows across the top.I pulled out my flashlight, twisted it on, and peeked inside.A thrill shot through me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.” And speaking of uncomfortable topics, “About Lindsey.”“She’s killin’ me, Sentinel.”“I know.I’m sorry.”“I saw her kiss him.”“Honestly? I don’t think she has feelings for Connor.I just don’t think she’s ready to settle down.”He stopped on the sidewalk and looked at me.“Do you think she’ll come around?”“I certainly hope so.But you know how stubborn she is.”Luc laughed mirthlessly.We’d reached my orange car, and he popped a fist gently on the trunk.“I definitely know that, Sentinel.I suppose I decide to wait her out, or I don’t.Not a whole lot else I can do.”I gave him a sympathetic smile.“I guess so.”“By the way, do you have any plans to tell me which vamps were using V? They need to be interviewed.”I shook my head.“No dice.I turned my back when they handed over the drugs, and I promised not to offer up their identities if they did.I made a promise, and I won’t break it.I won’t reveal my source.”I’d expected irritation or a lecture about duty to the House and its vampires, but I didn’t get one.He almost looked proud.“Well played, Sentinel.”I nodded at him, then adjusted my sword and stepped into the car.“While I’m gone, make sure Ethan doesn’t murder Darius.”“I’ll do my best.Good luck,” Luc said, closing the door.I hoped I wouldn’t need it.I wasn’t fancy enough to have a GPS unit, which would have seemed odd in the Volvo anyway.So I found Paulie Cermak’s house the old-fashioned way—with a street address and directions printed from the Internet, offered up by Kelley before I left the House.Jeff had been right—Cermak’s place wasn’t far from the Garfield Park Conservatory.The conservatory was an amazing place, but this area had definitely seen better days.Some chunks of the block were empty of houses, the little remaining grass strewn with trash.Many of the buildings—grand stone apartment houses and World War II–era homes—had seen better days.Cermak’s house was nondescript—a narrow, two-story building with gray shingles and a highly pitched roof.The yard was neat, the grass clipped, but with no real landscaping to speak of.The remains of a paper fast-food bag were sprinkled across the lawn, probably caught in a mower blade, and no one had cared enough to clean up.He was lucky in one respect—unlike the rest of the houses on this side of the block, Cermak’s had a side garage.It wasn’t attached, but it was a garage nonetheless, and it gave him a way to avoid what thousands of other Chicagoans had to face every day—residential on-street parking.I parked my car a few houses down the block, then grabbed my sword and a small black flashlight from the glove box.Once outside, I belted on my sword and pushed the flashlight into my pocket.I locked up the car, took a good look around for any errant McKetricks or unmarked police cars, and started walking.I’d been standing Sentinel for a few months now.While I wasn’t thrilled about the battles, I was getting used to them.But the part of the work that still made me nervous was the walk-up.I’d been nervous walking down Michigan with Jonah, but at least I’d had someone to keep me company and keep my mind off the task ahead.Now I was alone in a dark, quiet neighborhood with nothing but my thoughts.I hated the anticipation of violence.I stopped beside the house’s black plastic mailbox.The red flag was raised, but I resisted the urge to open the box and see what he was mailing out.I had enough problems without adding mail tampering to the list.Cermak’s garage was dark, as was the top floor of the house.The first floor glowed with light.The security door was open; the screen door was closed.“Start with the garage,” I murmured, tiptoeing through the grass on the far side of the lot.The driveway, such as it was, consisted of two thin lines of concrete, just enough to give a car tire a bit of protection from the mud.I stuck to the grass to muffle the sound of my boots.While I planned to knock on the front door at some point, I wanted to check out the lay of the land first, and that required sneakiness.The garage was narrow, an old style with a pull-up door and a row of windows across the top.I pulled out my flashlight, twisted it on, and peeked inside.A thrill shot through me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]