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

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GRAHAM BROWN LET himself in, paused a second in the hallway, then
closed the front door.

From the sitting room he could hear the sound of the TV. Someone was
still up.

He wandered into the small living room, almost tripping over a large
doll that had most of its hair missing.

One half-open eye fixed him in a glassy stare.

Brown kicked at the object irritably.
Slumped in one armchair was his father, snoring loudly.

On the sofa, his mother lay with a thick cardigan on her feet to ward
off the chill. The gas fire had been broken for as long as he could
remember.

Brown crossed to his father and looked down at the sleeping man: his
mouth was open wide, his head lolled back.

The remote for the TV was still clasped in one of his large hands.

As Brown prized it free, he saw that there were a couple of grazes on
the knuckles of the man's right hand.

He flicked channels.

Fuck all on. Never was.

He glanced at his mother.

There was a red mark beneath her left eye, already beginning to turn a
livid purple.

He saw several spots of blood on her lower lip.

Brown looked at his parents indifferently for a moment, then passed
into the kitchen.

Plates were stacked both on the kitchen table and the draining board.
Some had been washed, others still bore the remains of food.

The grey water in the washing-up bowl was freezing cold.

A mug handle protruded from the reeking liquid.

He took a glass from a cupboard and poured himself some milk from the