[Kitty Norville 01] - Kitty and the Midnight Hour by Carrie Vaughn

Author:Carrie Vaughn [Vaughn, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-11-14T12:21:48+00:00

Tequila, straight up? “Club soda. Thanks.”

“The question remains—what are you doing here? It’s not exactly safe for you.”

“I wanted to let you know, I got a tip that Elijah Smith is coming back to this area in a week or so, probably out toward Limon. I found that on the Web so take it with a grain of salt. But it’s the best I’ve got right now.”

“It’s more than I have. Thanks.”

“I’ll tell you when I get more. Maybe you could leave me a phone number for next time?” He had the gall to laugh.

“I take it you don’t like phones,” I said.

“Why don’t I come see you at your office in a week instead?”

“Damned inconvenient,” I muttered. It would have been nice to have someone agree with my suggestion for once.

He looked thoughtfully at me. “No one gets that put out over not getting a phone number.” A seething pit of frustrated intentions, that was me. I frowned. “Could you give me some advice?” He blinked, surprised. “Well. I thought you had all the answers.” I ignored that, glancing back at where the monochrome Stella had gone to harass someone else. “You must be in pretty tight with Arturo, to toss around his name like that.”

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m nearly as old as he is. Nearly as powerful. The only difference is I don’t want to be Master of a Family. I don’t want that kind of . . . responsibility. He knows this, knows I’m not a rival. We have an understanding about other things.”

“Ah. Why are you even here at all? Why even follow him?” This was touching on what I wanted to talk to him about. He’d been around for a long time—he’d just admitted as much. He had answers I didn’t.

He sat back, smiling like he knew what I was really asking and why I was asking. “Being part of a Family has its advantages. Finding sustenance is easier. There’s protection. A guarded place to sleep out the days.

These things are harder to find alone.”

Dejected, I propped an elbow on the bar. Those were all the things I needed Carl for. What was I supposed to do if I couldn’t stand him anymore?

Rick continued. “I spent about fifty years on my own, around the end of the nineteenth century. I . . .

angered a few dangerous elements, so I set up a place in one of the Nevada boomtowns during the Comstock Lode silver rush. You wouldn’t believe how well the mining operations in a place like Virginia City kept away a certain kind of riffraff.”

I grinned, drawn into the story in spite of myself. “You pissed off a pack of werewolves.”

“You didn’t come to hear stories. You mentioned advice. Though this seems a strange place to find it.”

“I’m running out of friends.”

“Nonsense. You have half a million listeners who adore you.” I shot him a glare. “Someone asked me recently who I went to when I needed advice. And I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know.

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