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Whispers Under Ground

Whispers Under Ground

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Autoren: Ben Aaronovitch
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to my stopwatch, the spell lasted thirty-seven minutes and twenty seconds.
    Nightingale did relent and teach me an additional forma, palma , which allowed me to give people a nice evenly spread, hopefully non-lethal smack. I had Nightingale test it on me on the firing range – it feels exactly like running into a glass door.
    With a high-pitched grunt the figure went down on his back in the snow. I reached him just as he reached again into his jacket, so I smacked him hard on the wrist. ‘He’ yelped in pain and I realised it was a woman and then I saw her face and recognised her. It was Agent Reynolds.
    She looked up at me with bewilderment.
    I heard a scuffling sound behind me and Zach yelled, ‘They’re getting away.’
    Good, I thought, one less thing to worry about, and it wasn’t like I couldn’t find Kevin Nolan whenever I needed to. ‘Let them go,’ I said.
    I couldn’t leave Reynolds lying on her back in the snow, with a possible concussion and/or a broken wrist. I told Zach to stay close and walked back to find that she was sitting up and cradling her wrist.
    ‘You hit me,’ she said.
    ‘Wasn’t me,’ I said and crouched down in front of her and tried to see if her eyes were unfocused. ‘You must have slipped on some ice and gone down on your back.’
    ‘You hit me on the wrist,’ she said.
    ‘You were reaching for a weapon,’ I said.
    ‘I’m not carrying a weapon,’ she opened her jacket to prove it.
    ‘Then what were you reaching for?’ I asked.
    She looked away. I understood it had been an automatic reaction just like mine.
    ‘Hold on,’ she said and felt her nose. ‘If I fell on my back, why does my face hurt?’
    ‘Have you got a headache?’ I asked. ‘Are you feeling dizzy?’
    ‘I’m just fine, coach,’ she said and pushed herself to her feet. ‘You can put me back in the game.’ She spotted Zach and took a step towards him. ‘You,’ she said with an excellent command voice. ‘I want to talk to you.’
    ‘Oi,’ I said. ‘None of that. Why were you following me?’
    ‘What makes you think I was following you?’ she asked.
    I pushed the jury-rigged power switch on my phone to the on position, gave thanks it had been off when I’d done the spell, and waited impatiently while it jingled at me cheerily and wasted my time with a hello graphic.
    ‘Who are you calling?’ she asked.
    ‘I’m calling Kittredge,’ I said. ‘Your liaison.’
    ‘Wait,’ she said. ‘If I explain, will you leave him out of it?’
    ‘No promises,’ I said. ‘Let’s find somewhere to sit down.’
    We ended up, as is traditional, in a kebab shop just the other side of the bridge where I could keep an eye on my car. Although first we had to scuff about in the snow looking for Zach’s repulsive sports bag, which we finally located via its smell. Once inside I forked out for a doner and chips for Zach and a mixed shish kebab for myself. Reynolds seemed appalled by the whole notion of a rotating lamb roast and stuck with a diet coke. Maybe she was worried about contracting that insidious European E. coli . I had a coffee. Usually the coffee in kebab shops is dire but I believe the guy on the counter made me for a cop, so I got something blacker and stronger than usual. Late-night kebab shops fulfil a very particular ecological niche – that of feeding stations for people spilling out of the pubs and clubs. Since the clientele tends to be pissed young men who have utterly failed to pull that night, the staff are always pleased to have the police hanging about.
    Under the harsh fluorescent light I saw that the roots of Agent Reynolds’ hair were auburn. She caught me looking and jammed her black knit hat back on her head.
    ‘How come you dye your hair?’ I asked.
    ‘It makes me less conspicuous,’ she said.
    ‘For undercover work?’
    ‘Just for everyday,’ she said. ‘I want the witnesses talking to the agent not the redhead.’
    ‘Why were you following me?’ I asked.
    ‘I wasn’t following you,’ she said. ‘I was following Mr Palmer.’
    ‘What have I done?’ asked Zach, but Agent Reynolds sensibly ignored him.
    ‘He was your best suspect,’ she said. ‘And not only did you just let him go, you let him right back into the victim’s home.’
    ‘I lived there too, you know,’ said Zach.
    ‘It was his registered address,’ I said.
    ‘Yes his polling address,’ said Agent Reynolds. ‘A status you can earn by filling in a single form once a year without

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