"Tom Deitz - David Sullivan 02 - Fireshaper's Doom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Deitz Tom)

David flung a convenient pillow at Alec, which he dodged neatly. тАЬNo need to get insulting.тАЭ

Alec turned to face him, hands on his hips. тАЬLook, if you think IтАЩm gonna spend six weeks just sitting in a
classroom with a bunch of other geniuses, while the whole material world waits across the highway,
youтАЩre crazy.тАЭ

тАЬThe rebel rears his head again,тАЭ David chortled. тАЬCan cigarettes and leather jackets be far behind? Or
maybe a Porsche Speedster? NowthatтАЩs an idea I could go for.тАЭ

p. 13тАЬIf itтАЩd get me out of here, IтАЩd consider it,тАЭ Alec shot back. тАЬBut just think, Sullivan: seven hours
away from Enotah County. Seven hours from my dad screaming at me to read more of the classics, and
yours yelling at you to тАШgit outta that bed and into the sorghum patch.тАЩ тАЭ

тАЬToo true, too true.тАЭ David laughed, then glanced at his watch and started to his feet in alarm. тАЬJesus,
man, we havegot to boogie!тАЭ

Alec stared at him for an instant, then checked his own timepiece. тАЬWhatis this, Sullivan? ItтАЩs not like
weтАЩve got a deadline or anything.тАЭ

тАЬWell, if youтАЩve got to know, I want to check the mail one more time before we leave the county.тАЭ He
picked up the abandoned comic and stuffed it in his right hip pocket.

Alec shrugged. тАЬSo check it in the morning.тАЭ

тАЬBut that would be out of the way,тАЭ David observed. тАЬAnd thereby lose you most of your precious
reprieve from the Mustang of Death.тАЭ

тАЬWell, David, my lad,тАЭ Alec sighed, as he closed the remaining suitcase, тАЬI may be wrong, but I suspect
thereтАЩs a woman at the bottom of this. And I just bet I know what her name is.тАЭ

DavidтАЩs response was to wiggle his eyebrows like Groucho Marx, flick the ashes off an imaginary cigar
with one hand, hoist the backpack with the other, and stalk toward the doorway.



Alec tugged his seat belt a fraction tighter and dared a glance at the highway ahead. Nothing had
changed: the white dashes of centerline were still disappearing beneath the expanse of red Mustang hood
far too rapidly for either his nerves or his stomachтАЩs liking. A quick check through the window showed
the staccato pattern of flashing pine trees that was common to much of rural north Georgia. The current
batch masked any sign of the looming mountains. тАЬRide of the ValkyriesтАЭ thundered from the cassette
player in harmony with the rumble of dual exhausts.

тАЬI really miss Liz,тАЭ he shouted above the music, as gee-forces pushed his right shoulder against the black
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vinyl door panel.