"Evans, Tabor - Longarm 234 - Longarm and the Renegade Assassins" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Tabor)

The funeral, actually, was for all four victims of the bombing. But
Billy was the only one of the four that Longarm cared about.

No, that was not right. Not really. He cared that the commissioner
and his wife and the U.S. attorney were dead. No one deserved a death like
that. But it was Billy that Longarm grieved for.

Billy Vail wasn't just a good boss. He was--had been--a good man.
And there aren't so many of those around that the world can afford to lose
them. Or throw them away, which seemed more the case here.

Longarm seethed with a desire to find the sons of bitches who'd
planned this attack. First thing, he swore. If he had to turn in his
badge and go after them on his own, he would, by damn, find them.

And when he did, he hoped to hell they tried to resist, because it
would be a true joy to blow the fuckers away. Each and every one of them.

Just as soon as the funeral service was ended, Longarm figured to get
started on his quest. He would-

"Psst!"

Longarm glanced to his right. Billy's clerk Henry was there, pale and
drawn. Henry looked like he hadn't slept in the two days since the
explosion, and behind the blank glare that reflected off his spectacles,
Longarm thought he could see moisture welling up in Henry's eyes. Not that
Longarm could blame him. Longarm felt like that himself, it was about all
he could do to keep from giving in to an impulse that he hadn't felt since
he took to wearing long pants.

"What is it, Henry?"

"Did they find you to tell you about the meeting?"

"I haven't talked to anybody from the office since ... since it
happened. What meeting?"

"It's in the U.S. attorney's office, Longarm. Right after the
ceremony here."

"I don't care about ..."

"If you want to help find who did this, you'll care and you'll damned
well be there." That was strong language for the normally mild Henry.

"You know I want that more'n anything else in this world, Henry,"
Longarm told him.