Christopher Moore Practical Demonkeeping (retail)

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.Robert sat up on the couch and was immediately rolled over and handcuffed.Rivera read him his Miranda rights before he was completely awake.When Robert’s vision cleared, Rivera was sitting in a chair in front of him, holding a piece of paper in his face.“Robert, I am Detective Sergeant Alphonse Rivera.” A badge wallet flipped open in Rivera’s other hand.“This is a warrant for your and The Breeze’s arrest.There’s one here to search this trailer as well, which is what I and deputies Deforest and Perez will be doing in just a moment.”A uniformed officer appeared from the far end of the trailer.“He’s not here, Sergeant.”“Thanks,” Rivera said to the uniform.To Robert he said: “Things will go easier for you if you tell me right now where I can find The Breeze.”Robert was starting to get a foggy idea of what was going on.“So you’re not a dealer?” he asked sleepily.“You’re quick, Masterson.Where’s The Breeze?”“The Breeze didn’t have anything to do with it.He’s been gone for two days.I took the suitcase because I wanted to know who the guy was that was with my wife.”“What suitcase?”Robert nodded toward the living-room floor.The Haliburton case lay there unopened.Rivera picked it up and tried the latches.“It’s got a combination lock,” Robert said.“I couldn’t get it open.”Sheriff’s deputies were riffling through the trailer.From the back bedroom one shouted.“Rivera, we’ve got it.”“Stay here, Robert.I’ll be right back.”Rivera rose and started toward the bedroom just as Perez appeared in the kitchen holding another aluminum suitcase.“That it?” Rivera asked.Perez, a dark Hispanic who seemed too small to be a deputy, threw the suitcase on the kitchen table and opened the lid.“Jackpot,” he said.Neat square blocks of plastic-covered green weed lay in even rows across the suitcase.Robert could smell a faint odor like skunk coming from the marijuana.“I’ll get the testing kit,” Perez said.Rivera took a deep sniff and looked at Perez quizzically.“Right, it could be just lawn clippings that they weighed out in pounds.”Perez looked hurt by Rivera’s sarcasm.“But for the record?”Rivera waved him away, then returned to the couch and sat down next to Robert.“You are in deep trouble, my friend.”“You know,” Robert said, “I felt really bad about being so rude to you yesterday when you came by.” He smiled weakly.“I’ve been going through some really hard times.”“Make it up to me, Robert.Tell me where The Breeze is.”“I don’t know.”“Then you are going to eat shit for all that pot over there on the table.”“I didn’t even know it was there.I thought you guys were here about the suitcase I took.The other one.”“Robert, you and I are going to go back to the station and have a really long talk.You can tell me all about the suitcase and all the folks that The Breeze has been keeping company with.”“Sergeant Rivera, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but I wasn’t quite awake when you were telling me the charges…sir.”Rivera helped Robert to his feet and led him out of the trailer.“Possession of marijuana for sale and conspiracy to sell marijuana.Actually the conspiracy charge is the nastier of the two.”“So you didn’t even know about the suitcase I took?”“I couldn’t care less about the suitcase.” Rivera pushed Robert into the cruiser.“Watch your head.”“You should bring it along just to see who the guy was that it belonged to.Your guys in the lab can open it and…”Rivera slammed the car door on Robert’s comment.He turned to Deforest, who was coming out of the trailer.“Grab that suitcase out of the living room and tag it.”“More pot, Sarge?”“I don’t think so, but the whacko seems to think it’s important.”24AUGUSTUS BRINEAugustus Brine was sitting in his pickup, parked a block away from Jenny’s house.In the morning twilight he could just make out the outline of Jenny’s Toyota and an old Chevy parked in front.The king of the Djinn sat in the passenger seat next to Brine, his rheumy blue eyes just clearing the dashboard.Brine was sipping from a cup of his special secret roast coffee.The thermos was empty and he was savoring the last full cup.The last cup, perhaps, that he would ever drink.He tried to call up a Zen calm, but it was not forthcoming and he berated himself; trying to think about it pushed it farther from his grasp.“Like trying to bite the teeth,” the Zen proverb went.“There is not only nothing to grasp, but nothing with which to grasp it.” The closest he was going to get to no-mind was to go home and destroy a few million brain cells with a few bottles of wine—not an option.“You are troubled, Augustus Brine.” The Djinn had been silent for over an hour.At the sound of his voice Brine was startled and almost spilled his coffee.“It’s the car,” Brine said.“What if the demon is in the car? There’s no way to know.”“I will go look.”“Look? You said he was invisible.”“I will get in the car and feel around.I will sense him if he is that close.”“And if he’s there?”“I will come back and tell you.He cannot harm me.”“No.” Brine stroked his beard.“I don’t want them to know we’re here until the last minute.I’ll risk it.”“I hope you can move fast, Augustus Brine.If Catch sees you, he will be on you in an instant.”“I can move,” Brine said with a confidence that he did not feel.He felt like a fat, old man—tired and a little wired from too much coffee and not enough sleep.“The woman!” The Djinn poked Brine with a bony finger [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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