"Alexander Jablokov - Dead Man" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jablokov Alexander)

my glasses here so I can figure out where it is.... тАЬHe fumbled on the front of his
stained terrycloth bathrobe, where at least three pairs of glasses dangled on cords.
тАЬRace between sense and the senses to see who gets out the door first.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm looking for somebody, Barnaby.тАЭ

тАЬSoтАЩm I.тАЭ He looked bleak. тАЬMe. Seems I sent most of me along, went into
the station to get some smokes, and missed the bus.тАЭ

тАЬItтАЩs somebody you sent up, about a year ago.тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt talk about who I sent up. ThatтАЩs gone.тАЭ

тАЬI need to know, Barnaby.тАЭ

My voice had gotten a little sharper than I intended. His eyes, blue-yolked
eggs behind his glasses, glowered at me. тАЬWe all got needs. Yours, I think, is some
smooth-sipping bourbon.тАЭ

We had made it back into the kitchen. Barnaby squatted down and opened a
cabinet by the sink. He yanked out a tangle of plastic shopping bags, a half-full box
of Cocoa Puffs, a couple of cans of franks and beans, and a loaf of soft bread
whose side had been attacked by mice. He prodded the gnawed hole intently with a
bent finger. After a few minutesтАЩ thought, he pulled open a drawer, dug through a
mess of sockets, extension cords, junction boxes, and light bulbs, and pulled out a
roll of transparent packing tape.

тАЬCould you peel this off for me? My fingers....тАЭ

I helped him do it. He pulled off a length, taped up the hole in the bag, and put
it on the counter. Then he squatted down again, reached way into the cabinet, and
pulled out a bottle of MakerтАЩs Mark, red, fake sealing wax dripping down its neck.
The bottle had never been opened.

тАЬI have to say, Barnaby, IтАЩm impressed.тАЭ I twisted the bottle open and poured
two dusty glasses. тАЬHe couldnтАЩt have paid you. You couldnтАЩt have made any deal.
You were just driving around, finishing up dinner, listening to something on the
radio, and came across a spun-out car. You took a dying man, sent him up, just like
that. Angel of mercy.тАЭ
 Barnaby sat, scowling, at the kitchen table, as if waiting for a waiter to show
up with his soup.

тАЬBut he lived. Who expected that? So you ginned up some kind of identity for
him. I know how you work, Barnaby. Believe me, I do. I just need to find him.
ThatтАЩs all.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩve had accidents in my day. I remember once, I was driving in the rain ...
driving rain, I guess youтАЩd call it, when this guy on a motorcycle, with a sidecar if
you can believe, came barreling toward me going the wrong wayтАФhey!тАЭ