In den 38, LEDs were lit in crowded places. The evening was noisy, it was raining outside, and almost all the inhabitants of the brothel were here.
Aalz sat cross-legged on the blanket, listening to the hubbub of his gang with a languid smile.
There was a scrape of metal on the concrete. The company subsided, turning to the sound as if on command, there were discordant surprised "oh".
At the wall, playing with a metal pipe, stood a man who looked somewhat like Aalz. He got up and walked lazily towards the guest.
- What do you need? - Aalz asked.
- This is your family? - Rodon nodded at the company around the "tablecloth".
- Something like that, - Aalz chuckled without turning around.
- Take care of it. And I take care of Parady. You are an extra puzzle in our mosaic.
- Ah, that's it, - Aalz chuckled.
Rodon chuckled the same way.
The men just looked at each other for a while and seemed to communicate mentally.
- Well, I'll think about it, - Aalz went back, turning his back to the guest.
Rodon headed for the exit and soon he was already flying through the night Firokami to the house of detectives.
Aalz gazed thoughtfully ahead of him, covering his thin lips with the same thin fingers. Silvery eyes sparkled with a smile. He pulled out a gadget from the pocket of one of the gang and dialed Paradis' account.
-Say, - Khan's sunny-soft voice replied.
- Remember the dead woman in the parking lot? Faruz didn't kill her, - said Aalz.
- Want to come? Then tell it me. I'm at Mergen's, - Khan asked in a businesslike manner.
- Yes, why not, - Aalz exhaled a lingering smile, looked around the gang without seeing, handed over the gadget, got up, and went to the exit.
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Short StoryThese are short stories, small stories, excerpts from books on arts of Ol Albireo. Here are mysticism, science fiction, fantasy, novels. Here are the diamond city and worlds under the rule of Emperors. Magical and, seemingly, ordinary.
