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

Julia stamped her feet. She'd been an ambitious cop long enough to
know that high-profile crimes, the kind that make careers, are usually
stolen away by even more ambitious superiors. She would have to fight
to protect her interests and it was past time to get on with it. As if
to confirm her judgement, a FOX-TV news van slid into the bus stop on
the Central Park side of Fifth Avenue. A moment later, a CBS van
followed. Julia didn't wait for the doors to open. She turned her
back and quickly marched off toward Madison Avenue, her unmarked
department Taurus, and her cell phone.

At NINE o'clock on Sunday morning Julia started the Ford, turned on the
heater, and settled down. As she waited for the engine to warm, she
watched a man and a woman, trailed by a pair of young girls, march
north along Madison Avenue. The family was dressed for church, the
girls in hooded yellow parkas and patent leather shoes. The younger of
the girls had a runny nose, which she wiped with the sleeve of her
coat.

"That's disgusting, Annie," the older girl remarked.

Annie's mouth curled into a defiant grimace. "I don' know whatta do,"
she insisted.

"Can you spell handkerchief?"

"No."

Inside her Taurus, with the heater pushing warm air across her ankles,
Julia made two phone calls. The first was to her mentor, Bea Shepherd.
Bea listened patiently as Julia explained the situation, then asked,
"What do you want here?"

"I want the case."

"There's only two ways you get to keep the case, Julia. You make an
arrest within the next seventy-two hours, or your investigation goes
nowhere. If it looks like the job's gonna be embarrassed, like the
case can't be put away, Harry Clark will leave you to swing in the
breeze. Count on it."

"I don't care, Bea. I want the job. If Clark decides to organize a
task force, then I want a piece of the task force. What I don't want
is to be cut out."

"Duly noted." Bea Shepherd's voice carried a wistful undertone. If
Julia chose not to follow her advice, Bea Shepherd would not be held
responsible when things turned out badly. "Anything else?"

"Don't get pissed off, Bea. I'm a detective, remember? I asked for