"Shaun Hutson - Compulsion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hutson Shaun)

fridge. It tasted slightly sour and he checked the date stamp on the
carton.

"Cunt," he hissed.

He drank it anyway, then left the dirty glass in the sink.

As he made his way back through the living room he paused and picked up
the remote once more. He eased the volume up several notches, then
tossed the device away and went upstairs.

The door of his sisters' room was open.

One of the girls was asleep on the top bunk, dreaming the dreams of any
other nine year old. The eight year old was sitting on the floor
undressing a Barbie that had one arm missing.

She looked up at him as he passed, heading towards his parents' room.

He found his mother's handbag on her bedside table.

Brown undid it swiftly and pulled out her purse, peering inside: a
couple of used scratch cards an old and useless lottery ticket; two
fives and a ten.
He grinned and took the tenner, tucking it into his pocket. Then he
replaced the purse and headed for his bedroom.

As he undressed he could still hear the sound of the TV blaring away
downstairs.

He pulled the knickers from his pocket, sniffing at the gusset.

He slid them beneath his pillow.

SHE HAD NO idea how long the baby had been crying.

Half an hour?

Longer?

Donna lay on her bed in a T-shirt, puffing away at the cigarette, the
cacophony rattling inside her ears.

She took a drag on her cigarette. With her other hand she pulled
gently at the small silver nose-ring in her right nostril.

It could be linked, if she wished, to any of the five earrings in her
left ear or the three in her right.

She slid her hand up beneath her T-shirt and touched the ring in her