Tricks of the Trade. Laura Anne Gilman

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      Praise for

       laura anne gilman

       PARANORMAL SCENE INVESTIGATIONS

      Hard Magic

      “Readers will love the Mythbusters-style fun of smart, sassy people

       solving mysteries through experimentation, failure, and blowing stuff up.”

      —Publishers Weekly, starred review

      Pack of Lies

      “Bonnie’s intelligence and perceptiveness really make this book go and

       readers will root for her and the team to solve their investigation.”

      —RT Book Reviews, Top Pick

      RETRIEVERS

      Staying Dead

      “An entertaining, fast-paced thriller.”

      —Locus

      Curse the Dark

      “Features fast-paced action, wisecracking dialogue,

       and a pair of strong, appealing heroes.”

      —Library Journal

      Bring it On

      “Ripping good urban fantasy, fast-paced

       and filled with an exciting blend of mystery and magic…

      this is a paranormal romance for those who normally avoid

       romance, and the entire series is worth checking out.”

      —SF Site

      Burning Bridges

      “Leaves the reader on the edge of her seat for the next book.”

      —RT Book Reviews, 4 stars

      Free Fall

      “The best of the Retrievers series to date.”

      —Publishers Weekly, starred review

      Blood from Stone

      “Extreme fun, nicely balanced with dark stuff…

      and a scene in a museum that had me whimpering with joy.”

      —Green Man Review

      Tricks of the Trade

      Laura Anne Gilman

       www.mirabooks.co.uk

      For Geoff. For taking my hand, and holding on.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter one

      Chapter two

      Chapter three

      Chapter four

      Chapter five

      Chapter six

      Chapter seven

      Chapter eight

      Chapter nine

      Chapter ten

      Chapter eleven

      Chapter twelve

      Chapter thirteen

      Chapter fourteen

      prologue

      My name is Bonnie Torres, and I’m a student of (in)human nature. More specifically, and according to the business cards we don’t actually have yet, I’m a Paranormal Scene Investigator. What that means is that I look at the world a little differently than most, even among my fellow Talent.

      I used to be an idealist of sorts. Not that everyone was good— I knew firsthand that we were all filled with conflicting impulses, some positive and some negative, and sometimes the negative ones got out and did damage. I also knew that there were people who didn’t feel any guilt about the damage they did. But a year ago, I would have claimed that responsibility was all about your intent; that if you meant well, did your best, and didn’t hurt anyone, you could sleep with a clear conscience. Then I was recruited to join PUPI, Ian Stosser’s dream of an unbiased, impartial investigative unit designed to ferret out the truth behind crimes of a magical nature or cause.

      Ian Stosser had been a certified boy wonder, once upon a time: Golden Boy of the Midwest Council, high-res Talent and general scary-ass smart guy. But something happened in Chicago, something they still don’t talk about, and he came to New York with his business partner Benjamin Venec, to hang their shingle here.

      Ian said there was a need, that the Cosa Nostradamus needed us, to save it from itself. The Cosa Nostradamus wasn’t all that thrilled to be saved, but Ian had been right—there was a need. After only a few months we—the Private, Unaffiliated Paranormal Investigations team—got our first case, a bad one: a double murder. We solved it, proved what had happened, let the authorities—such as the Cosa has—handle the punishment. And then, once we’d demonstrated we could be trusted to be fair in our investigations, impartial in our discoveries, we were approached to investigate a few more, and they were all bad.

      They only call us when it’s bad.

      Magic isn’t an instinct; for most of us it requires forethought to pull current and direct it against someone else. That means Talent mostly don’t commit crimes of passion, but ones of forethought and malice. By the time we get called in? The crime’s been committed, and all we see is the tarry residue left in the aftermath, the pain and the grief and the greed and the malice and the denial—and, sometimes, the regret and remorse, too late to do any good.

      When I took this job, my mentor had warned me: you rarely see anyone’s shining better nature in this job. He’d been right.

      PUPI did good work, though. We got people answers, closure. We were making sure that there were consequences to actions. From the lonejacks and gypsies on the street to the Council members in their hushed private offices, the word was spreading: we were smart, we were sharp, and we were unaffiliated—something rare in the highly political world of magic. If you came to us with a mystery, we would find the answers, no matter where they led.

      We investigated events. We stuck to the facts. But there’s no way, I was learning, that you could separate facts and events from the people who drive them. And people? People are complicated. Responsibility is complicated.

      Every case we took, from the cold-blooded killer-for-hire to the regret-stricken being СКАЧАТЬ