"FWLS12" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

"Benson!" I yelled through the cheap plastic door. "Lemme
in! It's Fluki!"

The door slid open with a wholly unoiled sound. "Fluki man,
it's the middle of the night--"

"I gotta crash here," I said, wandering by him into the
apartment. "Eroki too."

"Hiya," she waved, following me.

"Whoa. Time out. What, are they spraying your building for
roaches again or something?"

"Don't I wish. I gotta homicidal fan on my rear."

"Out," Benson ordered, pointing at the door. "I'd rather
not have him follow you here."

"Her," I corrected. "Some crazy Murfle named Sally."

"THE Sally?" Benson said. "Man, when you get in trouble,
you DO get in deep, don't you?"

"You know her?" Eroki asked, flopping down on Benson's couch
and flipping through HoloVision channels.

"Not personally," Benson said, closing the door. "Remember
Billy Stokins? That DJ the club had three weeks ago?"

"Yeah?"

"Rumor has it this Sally chick was stalking him for a week
or so. Then Sally and Billy vanished. Never found Sally again,
but they found billy by the shipyards... and in an alley... and
near the recycling plant... and on the roof of this building...
and--"

"I get the point," I said, burying my face in my hands.
"Crap. Now what?"

"They say his girlfriend was mailed to HappiWerld in five
small boxes," Benson continued. "And then a few months back
Sally was tagging along after this one bartender, and the bloody
marys looked sort of suspicious the next week, when some drink
expert ran a DNA analysis on them, he found blood cells from him
and his girl--"