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It s better that we track the changes rather than find out the hard way, Riley.
I guess so.
Okay, he added, we have the address. We ll send it through to your onboard.
Which I was nowhere near. And suddenly part of me didn t want to go anywhere near it. I drew in a shaky
breath and blew it out slowly. It didn t help calm the nerves or the aching desire to just flee. I ll head there
now, then go for lunch.
Keep the com-link on, Riley.
He hung up. I shoved the phone into my pocket, then pushed to my feet. The smell of blood stung the air,
metallic and cloying. I briefly wondered if that smell would ever call to me. Just because my DNA seemed to be
veering away from that aspect of vampirism didn t mean it couldn t veer back.
I turned resolutely on my heel and walked away. I couldn t change what was happening to me, and I wasn t
about to spend time dwelling on it. I had enough troubles on my plate; I didn t need anything extra.
It didn t take me long to fly back to my car, but three shape-shifts into seagull form in as many hours had
totally shredded my top. I grabbed a T-shirt out of the trunk and dragged that on before jumping into the car and
driving over to the address Jack had sent me.
It turned out to be a less-than-impressive-looking concrete apartment building in the back streets of St. Kilda. I
found a parking spot several buildings down, then climbed out of my car and strolled back slowly. The
apartment that was linked to the phone was situated on the fourth floor, which in this case was the top floor. I
studied the windows but couldn t pick which one was our target. They all had the same limp-hanging curtains,
the only difference being the color. Some were blue, some were pink. All were sun-faded and somewhat grimy
looking.
The building didn t appear to have any sort of security system installed up front which, given the somewhat
rundown appearance of the place, wasn t really surprising. The door was painted a gay red, but the paint was
peeling and the wood pockmarked with holes. The air coming out of the place was a rich mix of sweaty
humanity, cheap perfume, and sex.
Which suggested it was probably a brothel. And while brothels had been legal for more than a few years, I
wasn t sure they were supposed to be situated in this section of St. Kilda. As a general rule, they had to be away
from main living areas, but it wasn t unknown for councilors to be bribed to look the other way.
I glanced through the doorway as I walked by and saw a rather large and muscular-looking guard sitting in the
hallway. Which maybe explained why there was no outside security, but it still seemed like overkill. This area
was well policed, and, as far as I knew, there hadn t been any trouble here for months.
But maybe he wasn t just here to guard the ladies. Maybe he was also a sentinel for the room upstairs. The one
that held a rare land line.
I kept walking until I d gotten around the corner, then once again shifted shape, hoping like hell the T-shirt held
up better than the blouse. I was running out of spare clothes.
I flew up to the rooftop and landed on the filthy tiles. I didn t immediately change back to human form, but
instead strutted around like any regular gull as I checked it for security features.
And I discovered a ton of them.
Cameras, heat sensors, and sound monitors everything that hadn t been in evidence downstairs, and all of
which seemed a little over the top for what looked like a low-end brothel.
I strolled on, looking for some way to get in. There was a door, but it didn t have a handle on this side. Which
meant it was more than likely padlocked on the inside. And while I could no doubt break in, someone was
bound to hear or see me with all the security. Right now, it seemed a damn good idea to avoid detection at
least until I knew just what, exactly, all this was protecting.
Which meant finding another way in.
I leapt skyward again, flying for a bit before swooping down the side of the building. A third-floor window was
open, so I circled around and landed on the sill. From inside came the sound of a bed squeaking and the grunts
of a man. The smell of sex and sweat was so heavily ingrained that even in this form I could smell it.
I ignored it, hopped from the sill to the floor, then looked around for security. There didn t appear to be
anything here no cameras, and no monitoring devices of any kind that I could see, except for a discreetly
placed button wired to the end of the bed. To be used if customers got nasty, no doubt.
The couple were in the lone bed. The man was obese and sweating heavily, the woman slender and dark
skinned. She was chewing gum in time to the man s movements.
I shook my head. I could never really understand the human necessity to pay for sex mainly because I
couldn t understand what joy there was in only one partner having a good time.
But then, I was a werewolf, and sex was something to rejoice and celebrate. Maybe you needed to be human to
understand the concept of paying for sex.
Unfortunately, the door was closed. I padded across the threadbare carpet to check it out anyway, but in seagull
form, I was never going to open it. I swore internally, then moved under the only other bit of furniture in the
room a somewhat bedraggled-looking chaise longue.
Thankfully, the sex didn t last all that long. The man came, the woman looked at her watch, then hit him lightly
on the back. Time s up.
Her voice was gravelly and uneven. I wondered if it was natural or caused by too many cigarettes. The man
grunted and climbed off her, his body wobbling in all the wrong places. He threw the condom in the trash, then
dressed and walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
The woman reached for a packet of cigarettes on the scrappy-looking dressing table beside the bed, popped one
out, then lit up. She sucked in a deep breath and blew out several rings, then turned her head and looked straight
in my direction.
Who the fuck are you, then?
Chapter 5
I hesitated for a heartbeat, then strolled out. She might have spotted me, but she hadn t yet started screaming
for help. That was something, I guess.
I didn t change shape immediately, though. There was always an off chance she just liked talking to seagulls, so
I pecked at something disgusting on the carpet and tried to act birdlike.
I like the attempt, she said, casually drawing on the cigarette again, but I m sensitive to weres and shifters,
and I felt you out on the sill. Shift shape and talk to me, or I ll scream for help. And I m figuring you don t want
that if you re sneaking in through windows.
Given little other choice, I shifted shape, then sat on the chaise longue. My T-shirt hadn t fared much better than
the other shirt, forcing me to tie the ends together to stop my breasts from falling out.
What are you? she asked, her gaze sweeping me critically. You can obviously take on bird form, but you feel
like a wolf.
That s because I am.
She raised an eyebrow. Lucky. So, why are you here?
That depends on how fast you want to run downstairs and report my presence to the guard.
Ah. Well. She sat up and swung her legs around. She was naked, but as uncaring as a wolf. Which was
unusual for someone who smelled human, but I guess in her line of business, you d lose your modesty early. I
earn fifty bucks for twenty minutes in this dump. Pay me that, and my lips are sealed. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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It s better that we track the changes rather than find out the hard way, Riley.
I guess so.
Okay, he added, we have the address. We ll send it through to your onboard.
Which I was nowhere near. And suddenly part of me didn t want to go anywhere near it. I drew in a shaky
breath and blew it out slowly. It didn t help calm the nerves or the aching desire to just flee. I ll head there
now, then go for lunch.
Keep the com-link on, Riley.
He hung up. I shoved the phone into my pocket, then pushed to my feet. The smell of blood stung the air,
metallic and cloying. I briefly wondered if that smell would ever call to me. Just because my DNA seemed to be
veering away from that aspect of vampirism didn t mean it couldn t veer back.
I turned resolutely on my heel and walked away. I couldn t change what was happening to me, and I wasn t
about to spend time dwelling on it. I had enough troubles on my plate; I didn t need anything extra.
It didn t take me long to fly back to my car, but three shape-shifts into seagull form in as many hours had
totally shredded my top. I grabbed a T-shirt out of the trunk and dragged that on before jumping into the car and
driving over to the address Jack had sent me.
It turned out to be a less-than-impressive-looking concrete apartment building in the back streets of St. Kilda. I
found a parking spot several buildings down, then climbed out of my car and strolled back slowly. The
apartment that was linked to the phone was situated on the fourth floor, which in this case was the top floor. I
studied the windows but couldn t pick which one was our target. They all had the same limp-hanging curtains,
the only difference being the color. Some were blue, some were pink. All were sun-faded and somewhat grimy
looking.
The building didn t appear to have any sort of security system installed up front which, given the somewhat
rundown appearance of the place, wasn t really surprising. The door was painted a gay red, but the paint was
peeling and the wood pockmarked with holes. The air coming out of the place was a rich mix of sweaty
humanity, cheap perfume, and sex.
Which suggested it was probably a brothel. And while brothels had been legal for more than a few years, I
wasn t sure they were supposed to be situated in this section of St. Kilda. As a general rule, they had to be away
from main living areas, but it wasn t unknown for councilors to be bribed to look the other way.
I glanced through the doorway as I walked by and saw a rather large and muscular-looking guard sitting in the
hallway. Which maybe explained why there was no outside security, but it still seemed like overkill. This area
was well policed, and, as far as I knew, there hadn t been any trouble here for months.
But maybe he wasn t just here to guard the ladies. Maybe he was also a sentinel for the room upstairs. The one
that held a rare land line.
I kept walking until I d gotten around the corner, then once again shifted shape, hoping like hell the T-shirt held
up better than the blouse. I was running out of spare clothes.
I flew up to the rooftop and landed on the filthy tiles. I didn t immediately change back to human form, but
instead strutted around like any regular gull as I checked it for security features.
And I discovered a ton of them.
Cameras, heat sensors, and sound monitors everything that hadn t been in evidence downstairs, and all of
which seemed a little over the top for what looked like a low-end brothel.
I strolled on, looking for some way to get in. There was a door, but it didn t have a handle on this side. Which
meant it was more than likely padlocked on the inside. And while I could no doubt break in, someone was
bound to hear or see me with all the security. Right now, it seemed a damn good idea to avoid detection at
least until I knew just what, exactly, all this was protecting.
Which meant finding another way in.
I leapt skyward again, flying for a bit before swooping down the side of the building. A third-floor window was
open, so I circled around and landed on the sill. From inside came the sound of a bed squeaking and the grunts
of a man. The smell of sex and sweat was so heavily ingrained that even in this form I could smell it.
I ignored it, hopped from the sill to the floor, then looked around for security. There didn t appear to be
anything here no cameras, and no monitoring devices of any kind that I could see, except for a discreetly
placed button wired to the end of the bed. To be used if customers got nasty, no doubt.
The couple were in the lone bed. The man was obese and sweating heavily, the woman slender and dark
skinned. She was chewing gum in time to the man s movements.
I shook my head. I could never really understand the human necessity to pay for sex mainly because I
couldn t understand what joy there was in only one partner having a good time.
But then, I was a werewolf, and sex was something to rejoice and celebrate. Maybe you needed to be human to
understand the concept of paying for sex.
Unfortunately, the door was closed. I padded across the threadbare carpet to check it out anyway, but in seagull
form, I was never going to open it. I swore internally, then moved under the only other bit of furniture in the
room a somewhat bedraggled-looking chaise longue.
Thankfully, the sex didn t last all that long. The man came, the woman looked at her watch, then hit him lightly
on the back. Time s up.
Her voice was gravelly and uneven. I wondered if it was natural or caused by too many cigarettes. The man
grunted and climbed off her, his body wobbling in all the wrong places. He threw the condom in the trash, then
dressed and walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
The woman reached for a packet of cigarettes on the scrappy-looking dressing table beside the bed, popped one
out, then lit up. She sucked in a deep breath and blew out several rings, then turned her head and looked straight
in my direction.
Who the fuck are you, then?
Chapter 5
I hesitated for a heartbeat, then strolled out. She might have spotted me, but she hadn t yet started screaming
for help. That was something, I guess.
I didn t change shape immediately, though. There was always an off chance she just liked talking to seagulls, so
I pecked at something disgusting on the carpet and tried to act birdlike.
I like the attempt, she said, casually drawing on the cigarette again, but I m sensitive to weres and shifters,
and I felt you out on the sill. Shift shape and talk to me, or I ll scream for help. And I m figuring you don t want
that if you re sneaking in through windows.
Given little other choice, I shifted shape, then sat on the chaise longue. My T-shirt hadn t fared much better than
the other shirt, forcing me to tie the ends together to stop my breasts from falling out.
What are you? she asked, her gaze sweeping me critically. You can obviously take on bird form, but you feel
like a wolf.
That s because I am.
She raised an eyebrow. Lucky. So, why are you here?
That depends on how fast you want to run downstairs and report my presence to the guard.
Ah. Well. She sat up and swung her legs around. She was naked, but as uncaring as a wolf. Which was
unusual for someone who smelled human, but I guess in her line of business, you d lose your modesty early. I
earn fifty bucks for twenty minutes in this dump. Pay me that, and my lips are sealed. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]