The Mist and the Lightning. Part VIII
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A little earlier:
“He is alive, sir Kors,” said the overseer, “for three days we kept him in a stone bag and he is alive!”
Kors looked up at him.
“Are you surprised?”
“Allow me to answer?”
“Of course, since I asked you myself!”
“Honestly? Yes, sir, I’m surprised.”
“That means nothing,” Kors smiled slightly at the edges of his lips, “nothing, after a couple of days… He certainly won’t stand it! Without his drugs!”
“Yes, sir, he seems to be unconscious, but breathing, and there is a pulse.”
“It's not for long, it’s just a matter of time. Four days…”
Kors stumbled half a word. As if in horror, someoneknocked on the door.
“Well, who else is there?!”
“Sir Kors! This is Clive Gabriel! Allow to report!” Heliterally burst into the office, without waiting for permission. He was breathing heavily and generally looked out of breath. His eyes seemed to bulge out even harder
“What?!”
“Sir Vitor Kors! I'm just out of court! Karina didn’t confirm that Lis was Sigmer!”
“WHAT?!” Kors looked at Clive as if not understanding his words.
“I ran here to report to you. She said: “No, I don’t know him! Sigmer has long been dead and you're wrong.”
Kors looked with a distant look at the warden who was just reporting to him about Nikto, and whom he listened with such interest only a couple of minutes ago.
“You are free, I will call you later!”
The guard immediately jumped out the door without any questions
“How so?” Kors even somehow bewildered, as if looking for help and support from Clive, looked at him.
“I don’t know,” he muttered, he, too, looked bewildered, and also frightened.
“I needed to go with her,” Kors said, reasoning rather than addressing Clive. “But hell! I have a lot to do here! And this demon is not dying!” He paused and looked at Clive again. “Hey, sit down already… And now what?”
“Now? “ Clive squirmed in his chair. “Lis was released, the case is closed for lack of other witnesses. And evidence.”
“They’re crazy there!” Kors literally yelled, and Clive staggered back startled.
“Dumb warriors! Gods, how stupid they are! They lethim go! And his confession is not enough for them?!”
“But he did not confess, sir. No matter how they beat him, he didn’t confirm anything.”
“They don’t know how! They don’t know how to work! And still try! They didn’t manage to knock it out of him, to press him to sign… Oh Gods! Why didn’t he come to me! Why did these stupid warriors take himfrom me! Well, that’s what they need! And where is henow?”
“I don’t know. He was released from the courtroom.”
“Why didn’t you detain him?!”
“But how? On what basis?”
“Fuck! It was so easy for to invent, he is a man of the prince, which means we have questions for him! Dumbass!”
***
“Karina! Karina, open the door!” Shouted Vitor Kors, having lost all composure, he violently pounded on locked door:
“Karina, open! Open, you the motherfucker! Oh Gods, forgive me, forgive me, Iness, that I involuntarily offended your memory, but this bitch has driven me to frenzy!”
And Kors kicked the door with force.
Clive huddled beside him, in such fury he had never seen his boss before.
With a couple of strokes, Kors kicked the door open and burst into the room. Clive was behind him. Karina’s apartments were empty, only a dress thrown apparently in a hurry lay on the floor. The dress of black velvet in which she performed in court. Kors picked it up:
“I knew it! I knew that this stupid bitch would run away with him!” He yelled again. “Well, we’ll see! I will catch you! I know where you will go…”
“Where?” Literally meowed Clive.
“To the estate of the prince, where else! Now we will go, we will catch up with them, remember the tavern outside the city, in the east?”
“Yes.”
“They will have to stop there. At least in order to water the horses! Check out immediately! I will kill Lis! Gods see, in memory of my Iness, I will kill this son of a bitch!”