Jim Shrapshire személy
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Megint megcsörrent a telefon.
Felmordultam, és ismét kicsörtettem a nappaliba vizesen.
– Mi van?
– Valami elmebeteg hívott ma reggel – morogta Jim.
– Bocsáss meg, ha esetleg megzavartam a szépségedet elősegítő relaxációs szeánszodat! – hördültem fel.
– Mégis mi a francért kerestél?
– Szeretném, ha nyitva tartanád a szemed, és beszámolnál nekem a Falkában történt gyilkosságokról: helyszín, idő, és a többi.
– Tudod, hogy ezek szigorúan bizalmas információk. Mégis mit képzelsz, ki vagy te?
– Én vagyok az egyetlen, akit érdekel ez az ügy! Nézz ki az ablakon! Talán úgy tűnik, mintha tolonganának az emberek azért, hogy megmentsék a ti szőrös seggeteket?
Lecsaptam a telefont, és visszamentem zuhanyozni.
99. oldal
“You’ll need seven fighters.”
I made writing motions. Everybody except the doctor looked for a pencil.
“I’ve never seen such a collection of idiots in my whole life.” Doolittle shook his head. “If you participate in this lunacy, y’all will get yourselves killed. Then don’t come crying to me.”
[…]
“We need a team name.”
“Hunters,” Raphael said.
“Valiant Knights of the Fur,” Dali said.
“Justice Group,” Jim said. “Since Justice League is taken.”
“Fools.” Doolittle shook his head.
“Fools,” I said into the receiver.
“Please relay my greetings to the Beast Lord,” I said. “I appreciate his willingness to alter his extremely busy schedule and make an appearance.”
Curran showed no emotion. No gloating, no anger, nothing at all. Jim looked at me, looked at Curran, looked back at me again. “Kate says hi,” he said finally.
“I’m ecstatic,” Curran said.
“Kate makes good sausage,” Jim said.
Six pairs of eyes stared at me. Thank you, Mr. Wonderful. Just what I needed.
“Oh yeah.” Andrea snapped her fingers. “The links? The ones we had the beginning of the month? I didn’t know you made those. I thought they were bought. They were so good.” Her smile was positively cherubic. Of all the times not to be able to shoot laser beams out of my eyes . . .
“What do you put into your sausage, Kate?” Raphael wanted to know, giving me a perfectly innocent look.
Werejaguars with big mouths with a pinch of werehyena thrown in. “Venison and rabbit.”
“That sounds like some fine sausage,” Doolittle said. “Will you share the recipe?”
“Sure.”
“I had no idea you were a sausage expert,” Curran said with a completely straight face.
Die, die, die, die. . . .
Even Derek cracked a smile. Raphael put his head down on the table and jerked a little.
“Is he choking?” Dali asked, wrinkling her forehead.
“No, he just needs a moment,” Curran said. “Young bouda males. Easily excitable.”
We reached the doors and I presented the crew passes to the outside guards. They waved us on to Rene’s welcoming arms. Recognition sparked in her eyes. She surveyed Jim and turned to me.
“Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?”
“He’s a teddy bear,” I said.
Teddy bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal.