"Davis, Jerry - Halloween Ants" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

Randy nodded and waved. He was in his fifties, with long
black hair that he kept in a ponytail, and a ruddy, weatherworn
face. He was dressed in his usual faded jeans and a tee shirt. "I
know!" he called back. As came closer, Brad noticed the man had an
unhappy expression and a haunted look in his eyes. He also looked
a bit pale.
"What's going on?" Brad asked him.
"They confiscated the Nupoint stuff. You know, that
experimental stuff for the ants?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, they took it all." Randy wasn't looking at him. He
was looking off to the side, his eyes unfocused.
"Why did they take it?" Brad asked.
"Didn't say," Randy said. His voice had a soft, faraway
quality to it. "I suspect they discovered the stuff wasn't as
harmless as Nupoint said it was."
"Was it killing the birds or something?"
"It's not a poison. It's an enzyme. It made the ants turn on
each other." He finally looked up at Brad, his eyes suddenly
focused. "How are you feeling?"
"Depressed. Pissed off."
"Janice hasn't come home yet?"
"I don't think she ever will. I got into a fight with Dale a
few minutes ago." He related what happened at the clubhouse coffee
shop, omitting his bizarre cannibalistic urges.
"How does that make you feel?" Randy asked.
"It makes me feel like Е like borrowing one of your guns and
blowing the bastard's head off!"
"And then what?"
"Well, blow her head off, too."
"And then what?"
Brad gave Randy a strange look. "And then have myself
committed, I guess."
Randy nodded slowly, his eyes going unfocused again. "I know
what you mean."
"The really crappy part is I still haven't had any
breakfast, and I'm starving. You wouldn't happen to have any of
your rabbit jerky around, would you?"
Randy gave him a sharp look. "No!" He saw that Brad was
taken aback, and he softened his voice. "No. I'm not going to make
any more. I think the rabbit is Е tainted."
"Oh, come on! Everyone in town eats your jerked jackrabbit.
It's great!"
Randy shook his head, looking down. "I'm sorry. I don't have
any." He took a few steps away, then paused and turned around.
"I'll talk to you later," he said. "I have things I gotta do."
"Do you need some help?" Brad asked.
"No." Randy's tone was flat. Final. He turned around and
walked away.
Brad watched him go, then wandered off in the opposite