«So think about us! After all, she betrayed us, and we betrayed her.»
Again these voices. Where do they proceed from. He glanced on the curtains, on thin strips of blinds, blocking windows. Safes, globe with a bar inside, valuable landscapes on the walls, wallpaper with a refined pattern no bugs or radio devices could be mounted anywhere. Where are these vibrating, outstanding sounds. Whispering is as if called from the parallel world. Still a little bit and he will begin to believe in spirits.
At the edges of the box with heads, some symbols were really scratched. It looks like licking from the hieroglyphs or figurines of dancing gods. Indian Cali, and Egyptian Anubis, and Persian Ariman met here. Although the drawer looked new, but he was implanted with antiquity, like from an antique shop.
Mario himself did not notice how he pressed the call. The trusted persons broke into the office as if they would have expected that there would have to shoot a whole patrol of the unexpected soldiers.
«You called, boss?» asked Carlos, the main of the security.
«We are going to check out something,» Mario barely looked at him. «Arm yourself better than usual. We can wait for a surprise.»
«What will be the route?»
If he himself could pave a route to a place that had been a bad reputation for many centuries. Then he himself was a member of the Rosier family? Only they could find the road to the legends crypt.
«Follow Blaise. Although stop» She will understand what they follow her.» Look did not leave any scrapbook, business cards, envelope when I left. Although a schematic drawing on the wallpaper. She had to give some hint.
Well, why he did not ask her directly, how to get to the crypt. Not to look for some kind of magical way which opens at midnight only to chosen.
«By the way, you yourself do not know anyone who knows the route to the Rosier family crypt?
Carlos embarrassed. This happened to him for the first time in his entire service.
«Well, there is one blind beggar.»
«One of your agents?»
«He is a good informant. Hears a lot, although he does not see. But its not that. Recently, he was damaged by reason, assures that some voices suggested him the way there.
«Well, there is one blind beggar.»
«One of your agents?»
«He is a good informant. Hears a lot, although he does not see. But its not that. Recently, he was damaged by reason, assures that some voices suggested him the way there.
«Voices?» Mario even shuddered.
«Well, he is able to hear only voices. He is blind. He said it can not be described. If only they do not allow him to touch them.»
How interesting! Blind sometimes can really be more than vigorous. They trust them, thinking that with their helplessness, they are not capable of anything. And then they are finding the way.
«He was there?»
«It seems yes,» Carlos was not sure.
«And found he a den of thieves, warehouse of weapons, drug repository?»
«There are only dead. This is a crypt,» Carlos responded about the tomb of Rosier so respectfully, as if he had never used the funeral offices to cover his frauds.
«But check this crypt will not hurt,» Mario burned sullenly. «Suddenly it is unusual.»
«Did you get any important information? We could check everything ourselves.»
«Do not ask questions! How much I taught you! I need to be in that crypt. Immediately.»
The desire began to devour him as a worm of wood.
«Go! Bring the blind. And take more people.»
«Today is the conclusion of the transaction.»
«Whats the matter? Just call from my name and abolish the meeting. I give you such powers.»
«But the Ronaldo clan» Carlos said.
«Damn with them! Im urgently need to go to the crypt. This night is mine. I will not allow anyone to tear myself from an important check.»
Carlos only nodded.
Mario was not going to explain anything to him. Worse, that he does not understand himself now. Blaise brought him crazy? Or the head of the box, smiling with the corners of the marble lips?
«A Phenomenon!» He said, turning to Carlos. «Lets call todays operation «Phenomenon».
The phenomenon really was how he was crazy because of any betting and because of the brazen pretty girl, who assured that she knew about everything.
Mario touched with his finger a smiling marble mouth, and when he took away the finger, then the blood trace remained. Can the statue bite?
Night among the sculptures
In the drawer is not even a bust, but only a head. And he seems to be in power of this piece of marble. This is an obsession! Mario seemed that the chopped head controlled him. The feeling did not leave him all the way to the crypt.
The blind boy very willingly pointed him the road. Usually it had to intimidate him, blackmail, even bribe so that he would give out some overhearing secrets. Many people pass and carelessly talk about something, but the blindly boy in the shadows heard everything. Childrens cripples are an excellent information channel. No one will think that they will bring something to someone. But this blind child was more like a small monster. Mario tried not to watch him. His attention attracted only the head in the box. It seemed that he begins to see it even through the closed lid.