Blood Wolf’s Path - стр. 9
“And then Crooked-Dick told his brother about me and my partner, and the werewolf took revenge. My partner must have known something, since he gave me silver bullets,” I guessed.
Cocksucker sat down in the chair by the window. His face was calm. It felt like two old friends were talking about science.
“See? You’re starting to get it. You’re a good detective. Here’s what we’ll do. Since Crooked-Dick’s brother is dead, only Crooked-Dick knows what his brother told him about his transformation. That’s the mystery we have to solve. We’ll find out where this infection came from and put a stop to it. And the U.S. will be free of werewolves.”
“Alright, but there’s one little problem…” I spread my arms to the sides, as if pointing at myself.
“As I said, we clean up cases like this. No one will know about Brenda and her children’s deaths… She just left town. And yes, you killed another person that night in the park, on the third day… after infection. We cleaned that up too… almost cleaned it up…” Cocksucker sighed. He looked like he was thinking hard.
“And there haven’t been any more murders?” I asked, looking closely at Cocksucker.
“No. As far as I know, you’re the only werewolf left in Boston,” Cocksucker clearly wanted to calm me down.
“Got it. But I meant another problem. Me. When night falls over the city, I turn into an animal.”
“We’ll take care of that today. We’ll set up a bulletproof room in your house with automatic bolts. Here – this is for you.” Cocksucker handed me an earpiece. “The operator will tell you when to go in, and lock the door remotely. In case of an emergency, we’ve got an armored van – we can pick you up anywhere in the city within a couple dozen minutes. Everything is under control.”
“God, I want this infection out of me,” I sighed. I was starting to understand the kind of mess I was in. And right now there was only one right way out – work with Cocksucker.
“That depends entirely on you. Find out all the details from Crooked-Dick, and we’ll help you,” the agent said businesslike.
“Deal. But I have one more question. You say you hide all the werewolf attacks. What about my partner?” I didn’t want to miss the chance to learn more about Hank Sullivan’s murder.
“Of course, we can’t hide attacks on every person. If someone is socially significant, they can’t just vanish. In that case, the whole department would be up in arms, digging into it. So we just hid some facts. The FBI took control and ran its own investigation, and fed you only part of the truth. In reality, the beast left a pile of evidence at the crime scene. And to your department we sent only the photos of your partner’s neck and head – and only after your chief called the Deputy Director of the FBI, saying his men were climbing the walls wanting to solve the case. We didn’t show you what the werewolf actually did to your partner’s body.”
By noon, about twenty people arrived with tools and materials. They finished in four hours. They built a steel structure inside my bedroom, two meters by two meters, with a door on special locks that closed remotely. As Cocksucker explained, there would be no way for me to get out. From the outside it was covered in soundproof material, so I could howl as loud as I wanted inside.