"Ron Goulart - The Curse Of The Demon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

"Birdbath III was a horror movie."

"Worse, horror's dead in the water. I'd do a lot better with an animal script. I
was telling Gonzer only this morning that --"

"Gonzer! Who is he then?"

"Oh, that's right -- my barber," remembered the agent. "Anyhow, Danny, it is
looking really good on The Tapioca Backlash. Don't despair. I'll be talking to
Medium at Firebrand again in the morning and he --"

"Who exactly is Medium?"

"He's -- Oops. Got another call. Keep that fiery temper of yours under control.
Bye."

Hanging up the phone, forlornly, Dan returned to contemplating his ailing
typewriter.

He was still in that hunched, slightly squinting position when the doorbell made
that harsh raspberry sound it produced instead of chimes these days.

As Dan made his way across the sprawls of books, an anxious thumping commenced
on the front door.

Nancy Quillen was a slim, pretty, redheaded young woman. Bundled in a lime green
raincoat, she remained on Dan's doorstep and refused his invitation to cross the
threshold. "Can't, I'm late for an audition," she explained, holding out a heavy
cloth shopping bag in both hands. "Could you take this, keep it for a while,
maybe open what's inside. But, please, do that after I've left."

"What exactly is in it?"

She glanced back over her shoulder. Behind her the heavy .night rain was
pounding at his small patch of dead lawn and a mournful wind was moving through
the weeds. "Oh, just an old metal box," she said, pushing the bag, held at arm's
length, closer to him.

He didn't immediately accept it. "Is there something wrong with this box?"

Nancy bent, setting the heavy gray bag on his threadbare doormat. "Probably not,
no. But you're just about the only level-headed friend I have and that's why I
made up my mind you're the perfect person to...um ...investigate."

He squatted, started to reach into the shadowy interior of the cloth shopping
bag. "Might as well take a --"
"Don't!" suggested the red-haired actress, taking a step back. "What I mean is,
Dan, why not do that after I've gotten a few blocks away --okay?"

"A bomb?"