Weaveworld (Clive Barker) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги (ч. 79)

‘Any further word?’

‘There’s nothing, sir,’ said Richardson. ‘Only din.’

‘Forget it then,’ said Hobart. ‘Just drive. We’ll sniff them out if it takes us all fucking night.’

As they travelled, Hobart’s thoughts returned to the scene he’d left behind him. His men reduced to babbling idiots, his cells defiled with shit and prayers. He had a score to settle with these forces of darkness.

Once upon a time he would not have cast himself so readily in the role of avenger. He’d been squeamish in admitting to any degree of personal involvement. But experience had made an honest man of him. Now – at least in the company of his men – he didn’t pretend to be removed from the issues at hand, but confessed freely the heat in his belly.

After all, the business of pursuit and punishment was just a way to spit in the eye of one who had already spat on you. The Law, just another word for revenge.