Gabriel's Horn. Alex Archer

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      “I expect that he would. Especially in light of the fact that he was responsible for the gag, as you put it.”

      Don’t get angry, Annja told herself. He’s just trying to do his job.

      “If these statues are not so much valuable, why, then, are you shepherding them?” he asked.

      “I’m shepherding all of the Egyptian artifacts in this movie,” Annja replied. “Those two props are the more important ones. The director wants everything realistic.”

      Skromach scratched his long nose. “You were hired for your expertise?” he asked.

      “Yes.”

      The detective smiled. “Perhaps also because of your own notoriety. You have a certain…reputation.”

      “I suppose.”

      “Come, come, Miss Creed. Chasing History’s Monsters is very popular, they tell me. My wife is a fan.” Skromach looked utterly disarming.

      Annja knew to be on her guard. It’s the quiet ones that always get you, she cautioned herself.

      Skromach looked at his notes again. “Why did you chase the men?”

      “Like I said, I didn’t want them to get away.”

      “Such a thing is dangerous.”

      “Today has been dangerous,” Annja countered.

      “You could have been shot.”

      “I wasn’t.”

      “You said there were three of them?”

      “Yes.”

      “Men you had seen before?”

      “I didn’t say that,” Annja told him. Finally finished with her chore, the ambulance attendant stepped away.

      “Had you seen them before?” Skromach asked.

      “No.”

      “Would you recognize them if you saw them again?”

      “Yes.”

      “Perhaps, when you’re able—say in a few minutes or so—you could come down to the police station and look at some photographs.”

      Inwardly, Annja groaned. She wasn’t looking forward to her date with Garin and didn’t want to be stressed before she joined him.

      “I’ve got plans for this evening,” Annja replied.

      Skromach checked his watch. “We’re still hours from evening, Miss Creed. And I’d rather you came down voluntarily than me going to the trouble of making my invitation official.”

      “Why me?”

      Skromach smiled. “Because you were the only one who chased those men.”

      “I gave you the license plate of the car they were in.”

      “Unfortunately, that car was stolen this morning. The owner is very distressed.”

      “Does the owner have any tattoos?” Annja asked.

      Brows knitted, Skromach studied her. “Why do you ask?”

      “One of the men had a sword tattooed on his neck.” Annja touched her own neck in the place where the man’s tattoo had been.

      “Ah.” Skromach wrote in his notebook. “You didn’t mention this before.”

      “I just remembered,” Annja said. “What about the car’s owner?”

      Skromach thought for a moment, then flipped back through his notebook. “I see no tattoos, sword or otherwise, mentioned.” He looked up at her. “Perhaps I’ll go see him. Just in case. In the meantime, I’d like to offer you a ride down to the police station.”

      Skromach was very good with surprises. He waited until he had Annja seated beside him in the back of the police car before he sprung his.

      “So tell me, Miss Creed,” he said. “What did you do with the sword?”

      The car got under way. Annja fumbled for the seat belt to cover her reaction. Her heart beat fast and her hands suddenly felt clammy. She tried to relax. No one could find the sword. Only she could call it forth, she reminded herself. When she had the seat belt fastened, she asked, “What sword?”

      “Policemen working this case canvassed the street where you chased the men,” the detective replied. “Witnesses said you threw a sword at one of the men and pierced him.”

      Annja held up her hands. “No sword.”

      Skromach scratched his jaw with a thumbnail. “They seemed most adamant, these witnesses. And there was a lot of blood at the scene.”

      “One of the men fell.”

      “The one with the sword tattoo?” Skromach touched his neck.

      “I think so,” Annja said.

      “I see.”

      “Maybe the fall hurt the man and caused an injury.”

      “The witnesses said the man had to be carried off.”

      Annja waited. She wasn’t very good at lying, but lying was better than trying to explain a supernatural sword.

      “If you or your men can find a sword up there, then I must have had one,” she replied. “Things got confusing very quickly.”

      “They usually do.” Skromach shrugged. “We also had reports citing the number of men from two to eleven. Although how all those men fit into one car is beyond me. Eyewitnesses, as every policeman knows, are unreliable at best.” He leaned back against the seat. “Besides, even if you did have a sword, you would only be guilty of self-defense.”

      “Yes.”

      “If those men were the ones who hosed the gag, as I believe you said.”

      “That’s right,” Annja replied. “That’s what I said.”

      “Hopefully, we can find them.”

      Annja hoped so, too. Because if they didn’t, she had the distinct impression the men might come looking for her again.

      4

      “Annja, you’ve got to listen to me. You’re in Prague. That’s almost Romania. They’ve got vampires in Romania. Therefore there are vampires in Prague.”

      Seated at the small metal desk she’d been shown to in the police station, Annja stared glumly at the page of photographs СКАЧАТЬ