«What do you need from Blaise? What do you need from all her family?»
Nobody answered him, but in the dark it seemed that the marble lips of one of the angels stretched out in a shy smile. And then followed the blow, powerful and crushing. Mario did not even understand what happened, and his bones were already crackled under the angels foot. Everything happened too quickly. He lay under their feet with broken hands and legs, and empty marble eyes looked at him without any expression.
It seems that the Inquisition was such a method of torture and execution to throw stones to the convicted person on the chest until he suffocates under their severity. Mario regretted that he did not believe in the words of Blaise immediately, and put them in check. It turns out, the girl is not crazy. But she nevertheless lured him to the right death. Intentionally or not, he could only guess.
He did not even have time to say Blaise, that he would like to see her in his place. Oddly enough, this thought bothered him before his death most.
«Do not worry, we will say her!» Marble voices sounded like one, but leaned over him to finish him precisely the statue without the head.
In the box something jerked. It was stupid to shoot in the box, but for some reason he wanted. The feeling was as if some malicious little animal sit there. And if you do not kill it right now, then it will kill you.
From the crypt where the boss was closed, neither sound came, but the feeling was such that something was happening there. Is he looking for a treasure there? Carlos is accustomed to not burden himself with extreme thoughts. Think is the privilege of bosses. His task is to be a pure performer of instructions. Therefore, he survived the longest and made his way above everyone he did not do and did not think anything over what he was told. Only today he fell out, because the proximity of a strange drawer drove him crazy.
It seems it began to vibrate suspiciously. Such a feeling that Jaguar will jump out of this box now, as if a rabbit is from a jugglers hat. When was the last time he watched trickles? For a long time, in some bar. He went there by mistake instead of a strip club.
Carlos nervously turned around. Is it time to check how there is a boss inside the crypt? No you can not. He ordered not to jump there until the morning. Carlos decided to better inspect the drawer, moved the lid and instead of a bomb or a dangerous animal found inside the sculpture in just a fragment. There must be a rarity, stolen from someones private collection. And just. Carlos wanted to close the box disappointed, but then the beam of the moon slid along the elegant marble features. Puffy sculpture lips smiled as if they mocked. Carlos leaned to touch them, and felt the hand hit the trap. Something sharp dug into his fingers. Blood went. Carlos realized that he had no strength to scream.
Which of them is the seventh
«Somewhere there is the seventh!»
Whisper hung over the asphalt.
«There are only six of them! And there was once seven! The standert-bearers of the devil!»
Sheriff almost slept behind the wheel, and the voices whispered to him some kind of biblical nonsense about the helpmates of devil.
In the head it was repeated:
«Seventh! Seventh! Seventh!»
«He is among us,» was repeated.
The blind boy was sitting on the asphalt and drew bloody symbols, and seven figures went around him. From the side, everything looked terribly like some kind of mystery.
The sheriff did not even think: whether they want to attack the beggar or they help him. The view of the figures was sinister. They dimly glowed and reminded the ghosts.
After all, the figures are exactly seven. And the incorporeal voice whispers already in the ear.
«Somewhere there is the seventh!»
The figures almost danced around the boy. And for some reason it seemed that the blind boy sees them, and not only listens to them. He picked out some of their advice and drew on the road something similar to the pentagram. And he did not drew with some paint, but precisely with blood. And definitely not with his own. Everything made reminded the rite. A thin fragrance of a recent murder flowed over the asphalt. But it was impossible to interfere.
The sheriff knew this beggar. The blind boy was from the mafia. It is better not to touch him that he would do. This is the mafia business. They will figure it out with him. The sheriff drove past. He managed to notice on a turn, as empty eyes stared straight on him without pupils. The brakes refused so suddenly that he did not have time to even panic. The police car crashed into a lamppost, as if someone strongly pushed it. No one reacted on the explosion in the night. And whispers stood above the crash, in which the driver was just crashed.
«Somewhere there is the seventh. He will come. You will know his voice.»
The blind boy also heard the voices.
And someone pale watched, as the remnants of the police car are expelled.
The drawer is disappeared. Blaise examined his office. The house of the head of the mafia was amazingly quiet. Probably, she was too hurried, leaving her trophy at him. She did not think that the box could disappear directly from the house. Unless someone decided to steal the contents and sell as a museum rarity. Then this content was devouring him for a long time, and now it is looking for its body.