Blood Wolf’s Path - стр. 10
Cameras and microphones were installed in every room of the house and around it.
“Well, that’s it. I told your chief that today you’re working with me on the agent murder case. Tomorrow you go back to work. Here’s a watch with a rubber strap – put it on. I already gave you the earpiece. We’ll also keep in touch by phone. Here’s a spare – my number’s already saved in it.”
“When will I turn into a beast?” I asked.
“No one can say. The beast can wake up at 9 p.m. or at midnight. But one thing is certain – transformations only happen after sunset and depend on the moon phases. They’ll happen every day – at least the werewolves we’ve studied do. So as soon as the sun sets, you have to be in the cage. The operator will prompt you. You’re always in contact – you can just speak aloud if you have questions or need help. Our response team will always follow you and be on duty near your home and work.”
“But why go to the department? Let me just meet with Crooked-Dick Fred Johnson and question him,” I said. I didn’t want to go to work every day and then sit in a cage.
“We have every reason to think Crooked-Dick has accomplices. He somehow got information very quickly. So we have to act like nothing happened.”
“But he knows I’m a werewolf – what’s the point of this charade?” I exclaimed, pulling a sneaker onto my left foot.
“And that’s why we’ll wait for Crooked-Dick to come to you himself through his helpers. Act like nothing’s wrong. And you’d better get going. Unfortunately, there’s no sofa in the cage, because after you transform you’d shred it to pieces. But the floor has slight heating and is rubberized. It’ll be hard, but not like cold tile… There’s a small hole in the corner for, well, natural needs. A shower is built into the cell. After you transform, you’ll have to be rinsed off – you might be covered in filth. Good luck.”
“I’d like to see that afterward,” I said.
“That’s not going to happen. Now off you go. Leave your clothes, phone, and earpiece outside the shelter. Don’t worry – the agents won’t let anyone into your house, and you can communicate with the operator through the built-in microphones and speakers in all the rooms. All calls to you will be put on speaker, and you can dial anyone too. The floor and air temperature will be set for comfort.”
I went into the cage, closed the door, and heard the soft thud of the bolt sliding shut.
“Hello, my name is Jessie. I’ll be your operator today,” I heard a voice from the wall.
I sat down on the floor, feeling awkward.
“Good day. Could you warm the floor up a couple degrees? My ass is freezing,” I said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.
“Done. If you need anything, I’ll help – within protocol,” said Jessie, who was polite with me. Her pleasant voice was soothing, like one of those voices you hear on phone sex lines.
“All right. Any news in Boston? Any murders today?” I asked.
“One moment… From what I see in the news, no murders today. There was an incident on the highway. A car crossed into oncoming traffic, flipped, and caught fire. The driver died. Possibly fell asleep at the wheel.”
“Hm, interesting. Burned to a crisp, I bet? Nice work, Cocksucker… Then I have another question. Jessie, have you ever seen a werewolf?” I asked, looking at the ceiling. I tried to spot hidden cameras but couldn’t find them.