Читать книгу The Seventh Angel. Crypt of the Seven Angels - Natalie Yacobson - Страница 3

The head remained lying on the table. How did Blaise be able to cut off it with her stilette? How artfully head was separated from the marble torso! It is not broken, but separated, because at the bottom of the neck was not split, but a smooth cut. Almost mathematical accuracy, line direct, as in drawing. Mario touched it with fingers and got hurt.

Someone called him by name, and it was not a nickname and not the name under which he was officially known. His first baptized name, which gave him a mother and about which he himself almost forgot. The name that failed. A voice from behind the curtains mocked him. A laugh was heard. And from the finger flowed blood. Mario rushed to the window and did not discovere anyone.

The glass on the window suddenly cracked, as if someone broke it. But no one threw a stone from the outside, no from the inside. If any hooligans from the street threw a stone, it would be heard, besides, the guards would immediately caught them. They are experienced here. A mouse past them does not run.

Not that marble statue.

Why did he come to mind such a ridiculous comparison? What is the statue when it comes to a broken window. Statues do not come to life, do not walk through the streets and do not beat windows. So why do you want to compare with a marble fist to the glass so much?

Does his nervous tick begin? He worked too much. It is difficult to keep in submission all these criminals, hangers-on and dodgers from the «family», which are already trying on how to beat off his place of leader. One Blaise was normal. Normal? He glanced at the head that she brought, remembered her words. The beauty was damaged by the mind since her family was destroyed, and she had to revenge on the criminal road. Beautiful and insane Blaise! But he could be worked with her. Who would think that the fragile girl with an angelic face will be his best employee? She did something that could not do the organized gangs. It seems that ln her really dreamed the devil. And God forbid him one day to break free on the will in this office.

Blaise could easily shift him from the place of leader. She would have killed immediately the rebrls, everyone else began to moan and become obedient under her iron fist. Who deserves be leader here, so it is she. But she, oddly enough, never tried to shift him. He even thought, but whether it is worth to make a testament to her. True, the testament here did not have any power. To the last word of leader, it is also unlikely that someone listens. After his death, everyone will start fighting for the power, but Blaise is able to suppress them all. She only needs to say that he would like to see her a leader.

«And what if she does not listen to you, how she didn’t obey us? In your «family», as in our own she is a phenomenon.

Who said that? There were a whole choir of voices. One, two… seven? And they all rang, as if the beating marble. So only children can joke. Or he was damaged headed in the head since he saw a cut-off head in a gift box.

He turned away for the moment, and when he looked at this head again, it scared him. A smile on marble lips suddenly became wider.

Could it just seem? Unlikely. Under white mouth, they even seemed tooth cutters, which were not visible before. The lips were closed. He remembered exactly. And now they will be scanned. The ear shells resemble the bends of fantastic wings. Snow white curls snatch on the temples like vipers. Maybe in fact it is just a skillfully made toy with a mechanism mounted inside. It is probably just stylized under marble. Well, the joker is Blaise! An actress! A calculating creature! She decided to frighten him to a heart attack instead of killing.

Mario touched the marble in an attempt to grope some kind of lever, from which the mechanism works, but the fingers slid along the dense surface. This, however, was marble, heavy, polished and cold as iceberg in the ocean. It seemed that it had just been taken from the freezer.

In a hot summer night, the cold had to be pleasant, but the hand of Mario as if was burnd. There are crimson marks of burns on his fingers. Probably he made it himself about a cigar or a lighter. While he was waiting for Blaise, he was nervous and smoked. He did not want to believe that she would betray him. Only not she! In it, one of all women… No, not only of women, from all living beings, which he knew was something mystically attractive. From her it was impossible to take a look. Its work was impossible not to admire. He would be a little younger and would be her slave. Mario caught himself to think that Blaise somehow reminds of a demon who comes to give him an advice, push to something bad, open the proven secrets.

Officially Blaise has long been considered dead. From a fire night, when her whole family died. But she was saved. How? Damn her knew. She probably did not remember it herself, because since then she was very damaged in the mind. It is good that all of these fantasies on the theme of supernatural creatures and the apocalypse did not interfere with it to fulfill dangerous tasks, but only attached professionalism. It is a pity that not all his employees are as she. Only those who are not afraid to die are capable of performing the highest level. The fear of death stops people from much. Blaise has no such fear. When you have nothing to lose, you are not afraid to die. The girl showed herself as a daredevil. There were rumors that she recently lost the last close man who remained. If only lovers or mistresses can be considered close people. They so often betray that the words about proximity and loyalty are only a figure of speech. Mario knew it. How many mistresses had to be premature to send to the another world for the fact that they betrayed him. Their death was in this case a question of prestige. Who would have respected him, leave he them alive.

«So think about us! After all, she betrayed us, and we betrayed her.»

Again these voices. Where do they proceed from. He glanced on the curtains, on thin strips of blinds, blocking windows. Safes, globe with a bar inside, valuable landscapes on the walls, wallpaper with a refined pattern – no bugs or radio devices could be mounted anywhere. Where are these vibrating, outstanding sounds. Whispering is as if called from the parallel world. Still a little bit and he will begin to believe in spirits.

At the edges of the box with heads, some symbols were really scratched. It looks like licking from the hieroglyphs or figurines of dancing gods. Indian Cali, and Egyptian Anubis, and Persian Ariman met here. Although the drawer looked new, but he was implanted with antiquity, like from an antique shop.

Mario himself did not notice how he pressed the call. The trusted persons broke into the office as if they would have expected that there would have to shoot a whole patrol of the unexpected soldiers.

«You called, boss?» asked Carlos, the main of the security.

«We are going to check out something,» Mario barely looked at him. «Arm yourself better than usual. We can wait for a surprise.»

«What will be the route?»

If he himself could pave a route to a place that had been a bad reputation for many centuries. Then he himself was a member of the Rosier family? Only they could find the road to the legend’s crypt.

«Follow Blaise. Although stop…» She will understand what they follow her.» Look did not leave any scrapbook, business cards, envelope when I left. Although a schematic drawing on the wallpaper. She had to give some hint.

Well, why he did not ask her directly, how to get to the crypt. Not to look for some kind of magical way which opens at midnight only to chosen.

«By the way, you yourself do not know anyone who knows the route to the Rosier family crypt?

Carlos embarrassed. This happened to him for the first time in his entire service.

«Well, there is one blind beggar.»

«One of your agents?»

«He is a good informant. Hears a lot, although he does not see. But it’s not that. Recently, he was damaged by reason, assures that some voices suggested him the way there.

«Voices?» Mario even shuddered.

«Well, he is able to hear only voices. He is blind. He said it can not be described. If only they do not allow him to touch them.»

How interesting! Blind sometimes can really be more than vigorous. They trust them, thinking that with their helplessness, they are not capable of anything. And then they are finding the way.

«He was there?»

«It seems yes,» Carlos was not sure.

«And found he a den of thieves, warehouse of weapons, drug repository?»

«There are only dead. This is a crypt,» Carlos responded about the tomb of Rosier so respectfully, as if he had never used the funeral offices to cover his frauds.

«But check this crypt will not hurt,» Mario burned sullenly. «Suddenly it is unusual.»

«Did you get any important information? We could check everything ourselves.»

«Do not ask questions! How much I taught you! I need to be in that crypt. Immediately.»

The desire began to devour him as a worm of wood.

«Go! Bring the blind. And take more people.»

«Today is the conclusion of the transaction.»

«What’s the matter? Just call from my name and abolish the meeting. I give you such powers.»

«But the Ronaldo clan…» Carlos said.

«Damn with them! I’m urgently need to go to the crypt. This night is mine. I will not allow anyone to tear myself from an important check.»

Carlos only nodded.

Mario was not going to explain anything to him. Worse, that he does not understand himself now. Blaise brought him crazy? Or the head of the box, smiling with the corners of the marble lips?

«A Phenomenon!» He said, turning to Carlos. «Let’s call today’s operation «Phenomenon».

The phenomenon really was how he was crazy because of any betting and because of the brazen pretty girl, who assured that she knew about everything.

Mario touched with his finger a smiling marble mouth, and when he took away the finger, then the blood trace remained. Can the statue bite?