Thoughtfully I turned away and left the kennel. It was time to let Reese know. I was curious what he had to contribute to the whole thing. Maybe he had already found out something.
But memorizing it turned out to be harder than anyone could have believed. The street was empty and I couldn't find it in the other houses either. For a moment I was afraid that he had just run away, but that would be strange because his car was still parked on the side of the road and he would certainly not leave it behind.
I took a few steps down the street. Actually a very nice area. Well-kept, clean, wealthy. The leaves of the trees on the roadside shimmered in the most beautiful autumn colors and masked what had happened just a few doors down in a kennel.
I told myself to focus my thoughts on the essentials again and let my gaze slide from door to door. The guy had to be somewhere. I craned my neck, looked left and right and was already thinking about whether I should just call out
This cold and heartless I worked hard for myself." He selected a number and put the cell phone to his ear. "And now I would like to speak to the police in peace, so for a change it would be nice if you just shut up."That was ... my jaw dropped smoothly. For a change? I had kept my words to a minimum the whole time! If it had been up to me, I would have asked a lot more questions and exchanged ideas with him. After all, I was here to learn something!I got to my feet, grumbling, and left the garden. I was on the verge of freaking out and since that would certainly not help our relationship, it was time to calm down a bit. But that wasn't even possible in his presence. At some point today I would explode.No you will not. You will pull yourself together and get through this. As soon as he realizes that he cannot get rid of you and that you do not respond to his provocations, he will let his spiteful manner be.Hopefully.Sullen, I stepped onto the sidewa
I pressed my lips together tightly at the sight. It wasn't like I expected gratitude, but that bordered on bullying."Is what?" He asked extremely condescendingly.I forbade myself to sniff at him, just gave a small "no" from me and started again to collect the garbage from the footwell. At least it wasn't as gross as the old one. The wet wipes not only helped me to clean my hands, but also the dashboard, but when he provocatively threw another plastic wrap of his sandwiches into the footwell, I almost slapped the wet wipes in his face.Take it easy. He just wants you to freak out and give it all up. Don't let him provoke you.I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then I picked up the sandwich wrap with the other garbage on my seat and went back to wiping the ashtray."Are you obsessed with cleanliness or something?" He asked me and bit off another piece of bread."No, I just don't like sitting in the dirt." I gathered up all the r
"I won't." And there he could stand upside down."Oh no?" He turned the engine off and leaned back to look directly at me with those dark eyes. "And you mean to tell me that you are not stupid? You want to stay on a course that has no future for you? ”He let out a disparaging snort."I can do it as well as you men," I insisted on my attitude.“Yes, no, that's clear. We are all wrong and you are the very best and you will show us all. God knows how many women I've seen come and go who have died because ... oh do what you want, I don't care. If you really want to die, do it. But don't do it in my presence, because then I'll get really mad. "That was just too much. I pushed open the car door and got out quickly. I took a lot and put up with even more, but with that stupid saying he had crossed a line. You didn't make stupid sayings about death, it just went too far and if I didn't keep my distance now, I would lose my composure.Without looking back, I ma
Everything happened so fast. The collision, the impact on the ground and then that drooling snout right in front of my face that I was only able to keep away from me with great difficulty. It was only thanks to my trained skills that the punch was on the muzzle and he pulled his head back a little, but I still couldn't get the weapons in my work bag.At that moment I felt the pain on my hip, the claws digging painfully into my skin and tearing it open. "Ahhh!"Then the shot rang out.The proles winced, half turned away from me to growl at something.I didn't even think about what I was doing. Suddenly the serrated knife was in my hand and I just rammed it in the side right into his heart.He yelped, jumped away from me, ripping the knife out of his own body, but the serrated blade did not voluntarily give up the tissue. The proles practically tore their own hearts out, stumbled another half meter and then collapsed bleeding. The eyes in which the a
I looked at him in silence, blinked once, and tried to make sense of those words because they just couldn't mean what they said.He raised an eyebrow impatiently. "Will that still work today, or do I have to help out?"Okay, maybe the words meant exactly what they meant. "Why should I undress please? In addition, in the middle of the street while you watch? ”It was probably too good for him."Because I have to look at your wound," he replied just as pointedly. "This prole might not have been poisonous, but normal dirt is not conducive to healing either and since I saw the blood from three meters away, you can't tell me that it is just a scratch.""I've already wiped it out with a handkerchief."For that I got a really dark look.Just fantastic. I pushed my jacket to the side and pulled my shirt up over my navel. This handkerchief wasn't quite as bloody as the first three, but much redder than it should be.When Reese tried to re
Oh, this little one ... "I hate you!" I called out to him and stepped onto the short path that led into a courtyard between several houses. Meadow, earthy ground and a trampled path that led to the garbage cans. In the middle stood several old chestnuts, which with their spreading branches almost touched the surrounding house walls. The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used.I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better."Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."Did anything touch this man at all? I couldn't care less. Annoyed, I pounded the backpack in
Sigh. “For a change, could you talk to me like a normal person? Just to end the day? Just imagine that I am someone you like and then try again with an answer. "Reese snorted. "I've probably never met someone as penetrative as you."I was silent, waiting."Because of me. There is a guy who keeps a prole as a pet and ... ""What ?!" Was that serious? "But that …""Do you want to hear that now, or would you rather explain to me that it is forbidden. Because whether you believe it or not, I know that myself. "My mouth closed. Of course he did. As a Venator, he probably knew the laws of the prole procedure better than any lawyer. Still, I didn't like it that much."Nice." Reese turned into the street with the row houses. “Well, there's this guy who keeps a pillicula as a pet. And he once dropped a bottle of cough syrup. Little Proles freaked out. I don't know what exactly it is, but something in the cough syrup is mak
Our way led us to a rather deserted area at the harbor. Old warehouses were lined up close together and with their shabby facade did not look very inviting. At least the part I could see in the dim light of the few street lights. And the warehouse in front of which the car came to a stop looked even darker than all the others put together.Bare walls made of old brick on which sprayers had immortalized themselves. Senseless lettering that was a lot, but certainly not art. The sheet metal ceiling was slightly arched upwards and large gates under a roof had probably received the delivery once. All around it was growing brown grass that looked more dead than alive, and a rusted fire escape led up to the roof. The only difference to the other warehouses here were the windows. They were all fine. Okay, maybe one of them had cracks or blind spots, but they would probably be able to keep the rain out - most of it at least.In the small, shabby parking lot were several cars, o