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

They all went into the bag.

Titanic crushed underfoot.

The third figure ventured up the narrow staircase to the bedrooms.

Three doors. All closed.

The dark shape crossed the landing and pushed the first one open.

Beyond was a small room.

Posters on the wall: Boyzone. Steps. Bewitched.

As talented as the paper they were grinning out from, the figure
mused.

There was a large stuffed dog on the bed. The figure crossed to it and
shook it, then tossed it aside.

Drawers were checked, skirts and T-shirts pulled out, scattered across
the room.

Leggings, jeans, socks and knickers were also hurled aside with the
other belongings.

There were some earrings on the dressing table.

Worthless.

The figure moved to the next room; it was slightly larger.

More posters. Above the bed was one of Manchester United.

The figure hawked loudly and spat on the picture. Thick sputum
trickled down the faces of David Beckham and Roy Keane.
Cunts.

A small CD player was pushed into the black bag. It was joined by a
Dreamcast console. Better pickings here.

On to the last room. There were lots of books all swept onto the floor
and trodden underfoot.

More drawers wrenched open, more clothes hurled around. The figure
hesitated, then picked up a pair of knickers. Soft, white cotton.
Fingers trailed over the gusset.

Nothing else worth having.