American Monsters. Derek LandyЧитать онлайн книгу.
wall, made for the Dodge Charger parked by the kerb. The trunk popped as she neared and she reverted. Gone was the six-foot, red-skinned goddess, and here was her shorter counterpart, the girl with her brown hair in tangles and her belly stretching her tank top. Her face lost the high cheekbones and the perfect nose and the plump lips as it settled into its normal, less beautiful shape. Months ago, this reversion would have depressed her, but these days there was someone out there, a girl with tattoo sleeves and a smile as wicked as her sense of humour, who found this version of Amber quite beautiful indeed.
The thought of Kelly made Amber smile. But then she remembered their last conversation, when Kelly had found out that Amber had agreed to become the Shining Demon’s representative, and the smile faded and died.
She opened one of her bags, took out sweatpants and a T-shirt, pulled them on over her activewear. Then she rooted around for her phone, finding it right at the bottom. She’d had it for three weeks and already the screen was cracked. She stuffed it in her pocket, closed the trunk and got in the Charger.
“All done?” Milo asked as he turned the key. The Charger started with a roar.
“Of course,” she said.
They headed away from the flashing lights. “He say anything of note?”
Amber shook her head. “Not really.”
“Did you tell him what’s bothering you?”
“He’s not my therapist.”
“Did you mention the hallucinations?”
“I did. He said it’s to be expected.”
“So it’s a side effect he didn’t bother to tell you about?”
“We didn’t really have time to go into specifics, Milo. The blood makes me stronger, but it also does other things. He says it opens me up to a new way of processing information.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know.”
Milo didn’t say anything for a bit. “The blood is dangerous. You’ve had, how many, two vials so far, since we left Desolation Hill? So that’s two in four weeks.”
“The situation called for it each time.”
“I’m not disagreeing. You last drank a vial four days ago. Have you had any hallucinations since then?”
Amber looked out of the window. “No,” she said.
“You haven’t even been hearing things?”
“I told you, Milo, don’t worry about me. We don’t need to worry about the blood, all right? Astaroth said so. He said no more hallucinations. He said I’m fine. So now the only thing we have to focus on is hunting down my parents.”
“And breaking your contract with Astaroth,” Milo said.
She sighed. “Yes. That too. Could you stop lecturing me now? You’re not my actual uncle, you know. We just say that so people won’t look at us weird. I don’t need a lecture, I don’t need to be mollycoddled, and I certainly don’t need to be reminded of how much trouble I’m in.”
“Okay.”
“Can we get off that topic now?”
“Sure thing.”
“Thank you.”
“So how is the boss?”
Amber’s temper flared, but she kept it down. “Can we please not call him that?”
Milo glanced at her. “What are we supposed to call him?”
“Astaroth. The Shining Demon. A Duke of Hell. The Great Burning Asshole. I don’t care, just not the boss. Why are you giving me a hard time about this? It’s your fault that I’m working for him in the first place. If you hadn’t got yourself caught, I’d never have had to trade my servitude for your life. I saved you, and all I get from you is grief. Jesus Christ, I do not need this.”
They drove on in silence for a bit. It was nice, the silence, but then Milo had to go and ruin it.
“Ever think that maybe you shouldn’t have saved me?” he asked. “Ever think that maybe I deserved to be in Hell after all the innocent people I killed?”
“No, Milo,” she said, feeling stupid for losing her temper, “I didn’t. You lost your way. You sold your soul to the Whispering Demon, whatever his name is—”
“Demoriel.”
“Whatever. You sold your soul to him – you must have had your reasons – and he made you a demon. The people you killed when you were the Ghost of the Highway, they … they …”
“Are you going to tell me they don’t count, just because I can’t remember them?”
Amber sighed. “No, I’m not going to say that. Obviously, they count. Obviously what you did was … was evil. But that was twelve years ago. You’ve changed. And I’m sorry if you think I should have let Astaroth hand you over to Demoriel for ten thousand years of torture while Astaroth tortures me, but I don’t, and, while I’m paying your salary, you will do what I—”
“You haven’t paid me in over four weeks.”
“Really?”
“Really. I’m not sticking around because of the money. I’m sticking around because I promised Imelda that I’d keep you safe, and because I’m not going to just abandon you when you need backup.”
“Oh. Well, thank you. I’m not going to abandon you, either.”
“Right.”
“So it looks like we’re stuck with each other.”
“Yes, it does.”
“So can we stop talking about this now? It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m cranky, and I’ve still got bogle juice on my belly.”
“I thought you said they didn’t lay their eggs on you.”
“Yeah, well,” she replied. “I was just trying to make you feel special.”
They drove to the very outskirts of Kingston Valley, and pulled in at the Catching Z’s motel, an L-shaped building with a diner out front. The Charger rumbled as they passed a massive old truck cab occupying two disabled parking spots, and they parked up near the manager’s office.
They each grabbed their overnight bags and headed inside, found the manager reading a battered paperback behind the counter. He had large ears. The rest of him failed to register with Amber because of the largeness of his ears. They were very large ears.
“Two rooms, please,” Milo said. Amber dropped her bag at her feet and put the money on the counter.
A girl came in – pretty, blonde, around Amber’s age. She stood beside them at the counter, picked up a brochure and flicked through it.
“You have room service?” she asked the manager when he came back with the keys.
“Sorry?” the manager said.
“Room service,” the blonde repeated. “Do you have that here?”
“Uh no.”
“So I’d have to leave my room in order to get food? I don’t know, man. Seems like a lotta work. Why don’t you do room service?”
“We, um, we don’t have a kitchen.”
“All I’d be looking for would be a sandwich or something. You can make a sandwich, can’t you? You don’t need a kitchen to make a sandwich.” The girl sighed. “I don’t know. I like the look of the place. It’s nice. It’s got a nice ambience. I like what it’s called. Catching Z’s. But the room service thing … that might be a deal-breaker.” She drummed her fingers