"Charles L. Grant - Raven" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Charles L)

"Brother."
Trish took a step toward him.
Neil wasn't sure he liked the way she moved. The sweet little hysteric had heard one word too many.
Ceil coughed lightly. "So it seems as if we're just going to sit here for the rest of the night? Is that right? Eight of us
and two guns, and we're just going to sit here. Have I got that right, Mr. Maclaren?"
"We could always have an orgy," Ken said, poking her with an elbow.
"You'd never live through it," she answered tonelessly, still looking at Neil.
"Tracks," Trish said to Ken, arms stiff at her sides.
"Miss Llewelyn," Neil said.
"Ceil."
"Ceil. Look, 1 guess 1 can understand what you're think-ing, but whoever that guy is, he's crazy. And we are not
stuntmen in the movies, no offense. I can use a gun, can you?"
She only stared at himтАФwhat a stupid question.
He lifted a hand in a shrug. "And it's dark. We've got woods all around us. He apparently knows his way around
pretty well and he can shoot." He felt his patience begin to unravel but refused to lose his temper. "Besides, neither
you nor Mr. DaviesтАФ"
"Hugh. Please."
"тАФare really dressed for the weather, and I'm not about to try to get to my place just to see if I have clothes to fit."
"But you have a telephone there."
"Ken," Trish said. Another step. "Are you listening to me?"
"If he cut the line here, he cut the line over there."
"You don't know that."
Easy, he thought; easy does it.
He waved to the door. "Okay, go ahead. You just go down the path that starts on the other side of the parking lot.
The door's unlocked." He waved again. "Be my guest."
She blew smoke toward him. "As you said, I'm not dressed for it."
He gave up, turned, and collided with Trish, who grabbed his arm and leaned on it while she said, "Kenny, there
weren't any fucking tracks!"
Ken gaped at her.
Davies looked confused. "I'm sorry, but I don'tтАФ"
Trish looked up at Neil, pleading. "You went out to get... him, and the snow's all messed up where you went. There
aren't any other tracks, Mr. Maclaren. If that guy out there messed around with the cars, there'd be tracks or
something from the road." She glared at Ken. "There aren't any goddamn tracks!"
Ken pushed his chair back and stood. "Christ, what the hell are you talking about?" He stomped over to a booth,
knelt on the seat and shoved the drapes aside. "I was out there, remember?"
"Little prick," she muttered.
Neil was inclined to agree, but held his peace. And he wasn't about to say anything about the tracks. She was
wrong, but forcing her temper farther along to real explo-sion wasn't going to do any of them any good.
Then Ken said, "She's right." Looked over his shoulder, wonder on his face. "I'll be damned, she's right."




"Ravens," Julia said, watching her fingers twine and twist. "They never come out at night."
Willie covered her hands with his.
She stared at him, and pulled away.