"Cray, David - Little Girl Blue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cray David)

It TOOK Foley forty-five minutes to cover the three miles between Holy
Savior and the Paradise Diner on Tenth Avenue and Thirty-ninth Street.
The Paradise was a typical New York coffeehouse: Formica tables,
Naugahyde benches, an acoustical drop ceiling, water-stained in the
corners. Beneath a plastic dome, a half-consumed peach pie leaked
glutinous filling onto a greasy aluminum pie plate.

As Foley entered, a young woman bearing a stack of menus approached
him. She wore a tight green skirt over lumpy hips and spoke in a
distinctive Greek accent. Her face was very broad across the top, then
narrowed to a tiny pointed jaw below which an incipient double chin
swelled ever so slightly. "One for breakfast? There's room at the
counter."

"I'm meeting someone."

The hostess tossed her hair before stepping around Foley to greet
another party. Foley started for the the rear tables, then spotted
Carpenter walking toward him.

"Let's take it to the street," Carpenter announced. He was a short,
muscular man with a a sharp assertive nose that complimented his feisty
manner. "It's too crowded in here."

Outside, Carpenter stared up at the flat cloudless sky as if searching
for a message. He shoved his hands in his pockets, then, without
looking at Foley, said, "Fucking cold."

"You want to go somewhere else?"

"Like where?"

"You have a car?"

"Yeah."

"We can talk in the car." Foley fixed Carpenter with a noncommittal
gaze. "Or we can do it right here."

Wally Carpenter glanced at the briefcase dangling from Foley's right
hand. "How much?" he asked.

"How much?" Foley let a touch of anger edge into his tone. "We've
been through this, Wally. Too many times. I'm not interested in
money."

Carpenter shifted on his feet, then chopped at the air between himself
and Foley with the edge of his right hand. He seemed on the verge of a
tantrum. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know?"