gns.thegraveyardvultures-第35部分

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　　Then　he　saw　the　Daimler；　stared　at　it　in　disbelief　as　though　it　might　be　a　mirage　and　suddenly　disappear。　He　approached　it　catlike；　fearing　a　trap；　some　last　act　of　vengeance　by　the　powers　of　darkness；　circled　it　warily；　then　opened　the　driver's　door　and　saw　a　fragment　of　cloth　torn　from　a　colourful　dress　caught　on　the　seat。
　　
　　He　reached　over　to　the　back　seat；　found　a　sweater　and　a　spare　pair　of　trousers　which　he　kept　there　for　emergencies；　and　put　them　on。　A　long　sigh　escaped　his　lips　as　he　slid　in　behind　the　wheel；　pressed　the　starter　and　fired　the　engine。　A　feeling　of　dissatisfaction　mingled　with　that　lingering　sadness　and　slowly　simmered　to　a　cold　fury　as　he　drove　back　down　the　winding　drive。　It　was　always　the　same；　the　Evil　One　once　called　never　returned　empty…handed。　It　could　have　been　himself　this　time　only　it　was　Alison　because　that　was　the　way　she　wanted　it；　the　way　Damballah　had　manded　her。　A　life　for　a　life；　a　soul　for　a　soul。
　　
　　And　somewhere　inside　him　Quentin　was　cursing；　a　stream　of　profanity；　the　frustration　of　defeat；　reminding　Sabat　that　this　was　only　the　beginning。　There　would　be　other　places；　other　evils；　and　the　battle　would　rage　mercilessly　yet　again　before　long。
　　
　　Sabat's　mood　changed　as　the　miles　fell　away　behind　him。
　　
　　Alison　slipped　from　his　mind；　was　replaced　by　a　shapely　blonde　in　black　boots　with　bra　and　suspenders　to　match；　but　she；　too；　was　lost　in　the　past。　Then　he　remembered　another　woman；　a　brunette　with　unusually　bright　blue　eyes　who　was　equally　as　good　with　her　select　clientele　and　his　foot　increased　its　pressure　on　the　accelerator。　That　was　another　call　that　could　not　be　denied；　something　older　even　than　voodoo。



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