Battle of the Beasts. Ned Vizzini

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СКАЧАТЬ Kristoff, I tried to explain—” said Angel.

      “Just give me the information,” demanded Kristoff. “Where would Cordelia go?”

      “Usually she’d be volunteering after school,” said Angel, “but yesterday she started acting very strange, because of this thing with her teeth—”

      “You already told me about that. Good God, man, you’re useless!” said Kristoff.

      Brendan seethed as he realised: Angel’s been working for Kristoff! When we put up the partition in the limo for privacy, he probably had a microphone back there to record us!

      Kristoff continued. “Angel, all you needed to do today was pick up the Walkers and bring them to me. How could you fail in such a simple task?”

      “Because Mr Walker fired me! I couldn’t help it! He said he needed to save money.”

      “The weak-minded fool,” said Kristoff. “I never expected it to be so easy. All I had to do was sit down next to him at a bar and convince him to bet on one basketball game – now he’s run through almost his entire fortune.” Kristoff shook his head. “I shouldn’t be surprised. His great-grandfather was the same way: simpering, soft and weak. No core.”

      Brendan’s hate grew as he heard Kristoff talk about Rutherford Walker, his great-great-grandfather, who had helped discover The Book of Doom and Desire. It’s not enough for him to ruin my present-day family, he has to talk trash about my ancestors too?

      Eleanor, meanwhile, took advantage of Kristoff’s yammering and broke away from him, running for the door.

      “Don’t waste your time,” Kristoff called after her. “The doors are all locked. You can’t get out.”

      Eleanor beat on one of the big wooden doors that encircled the room, shrieking, “Somebody! Help!! Get me out of here!”

      Brendan wanted desperately to help – but inside the Bohemian Club, Denver Kristoff wouldn’t have to worry about people seeing his disfigured face or calling the cops. He could go full Storm King and blast them all to bits.

      Will shifted as Kristoff went to Eleanor and picked her up, kicking and screaming. He felt something jab against his thigh, inside Dr Walker’s trouser pocket. He pulled out a tiny green pencil and a score card from the Presidio Golf Club. He wrote something on the card and showed it to Brendan: What do we do?

      Brendan took the card and wrote: U were right. We just listen.

      Kristoff was trying to talk to Eleanor as he carried her. “I’m going to ask you one more time: Where is your sister? We need to find Cordelia. If we find her, we find my daughter, and then everyone’s happy. And we can all go on with what’s left of our lives.”

      “Help me! Someone!!” Eleanor yelled. It was all Brendan could do not to charge down the stairs and pull her away from Kristoff and hug her. Even if he got killed immediately afterwards, it would be worth it to comfort his little sister. Eleanor didn’t deserve this.

      But before Brendan could react, Eleanor kicked Kristoff between his legs. “Urp!” he managed, dropping her.

      “I hope that’s as broken as your face!” Eleanor yelled, running back to one of the doors. “Help me! Someone!!”

      Eleanor’s kick had done some damage. Kristoff was doubled over in pain, making squeaking noises. Brendan smiled. “No core”. Yeah, right. We have a core.

      Angel stifled a laugh. Kristoff glared at him, still bent over. “You – find this – humorous?”

      “No, sir,” said a terrified Angel. “Not at all—”

      Kristoff reached up with a look of rage, chanting, starting to generate a blue lightning bolt over his palm.

      “No! Mr Kristoff! Please!” cried Angel, trying to hide under the table.

      Kristoff gritted his teeth as the bolt grew larger, eyeing Angel with intent to fry, when one of the doors opened.

      

      The man who entered the room wore a black velvet robe and a tall, powdered wig, but he was so old and crooked that the wig didn’t stand properly on his head – it pointed forward like the prow of a ship. He hobbled up with a cane, tapping, until he got to Kristoff, who promptly dropped to one knee.

      “Aldrich,” Kristoff said, kissing the old man’s hand.

      Brendan wrote: Aldrich Hayes!

      Will mouthed, Who?

      Aldrich Hayes turned his head (and wig) up so that he could look at Kristoff. This movement revealed his face, which, despite the very serious situation, almost made Brendan laugh. The old man looked like a mad clown, with bright white powder caked from his chin to his forehead. His cheeks even had a rosy glow brought out by two bright red spots.

      After Brendan stifled his laugh, he thought, If that’s really Aldrich Hayes, leader of the Lorekeepers, he should technically be a corpse! He looks great for his age!

      “Denver,” Hayes said. His voice was throaty and strong; it easily filled the room. “How often must I remind you? When you are inside the Bohemian Club, you are required to wear our wigs and make-up.”

      “With all due respect,” said Kristoff, gesturing to himself, “I think that would be like putting lipstick on a pig.”

      Hayes regarded the putrid flaps and scars of Denver Kristoff’s face. “You do have a point,” he said. “There probably isn’t enough make-up in this entire city to hide your grotesque complexion! Now what sort of trouble have you gotten into? Who is she?”

      Eleanor spoke up. “He kidnapped me from my riding lesson—”

      “You kidnapped a child?” said Hayes.

      “I had no other option—”

      “And who is this man hiding under the table?”

      “That’s Angel, a driver, he works for me—”

      “Denver!” Hayes bellowed. “When you arrived, I never expected you to bring all this trouble. ‘Weaving Spiders Come Not Here,’ am I right?”

      Brendan was writing: That’s Aldrich Hayes. Leader of the Lorekeepers. The dude was old in 1906! He must be magically preserved.

      “Hey! Ancient guy!” Eleanor said. “If you get me out of here, my dad can recommend a really good surgeon for your hip or whatever—”

      “Quiet,” snapped Hayes.

      Kristoff said, “I apologise if I’ve caused trouble. I’m forever in your debt. But I will remind you that over a century ago, I made a great sacrifice for this СКАЧАТЬ