"Kiser, Marcia - Some Like It Hot" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kiser Marcia)

"He did. He called the office. Bessie called me on the radio."

"You didn't pass me while I was walking."

"I took the back way. Figgered I could be here and gone before you got through haggling with Tiny."

I swallowed hard. "Why were you out here?"

"Looking for evidence, why else?" He grinned like a half-starved coyote.

"There's no evidence. I didn't kill her." Fear clanked in my stomach. I watched him, hypnotized like a bird by a mongoose.

"Is that a fact?" He grinned. "Can you explain why Daisey Mae's clothes were in your trash barrel?"

"My what?" My belly shriveled with horror. "Oh, my God! You killed her!"

"Now, Fiona, who's gonna believe I killed her? There's nothing to tie me to Daisey Mae. Nothing at all. But, you. . . well, now, that's a whole other story, ain't it? Pointing a finger at just about everybody in town. And discovering the body. Plus, Elbert dumped you for Daisey Mae. We laughed about that, Fiona. She loved goin' after your men friends, just to piss you off, you self-righteous old bitch."

"No one will believe it!"

"Sure they will. They'll believe it because it'll be easier to believe you killed her than their Andy of Mayberry sheriff."

УBut why, Jimmy Bob? Why kill her?Ф

His lips drew back in a grimace, like a dog going after fresh meat. He could tell I was afraid and he was enjoying it. УShe was gonna dump me! That gutter-crawling hussy was gonna dump me! IТm the High Sheriff and she thought she could throw me away like last weekТs fried chicken.Ф

I groped for my .22.

"Yep, Fiona, you played right into my hands. Bessie heard everything you said and it won't take much to push her around to seeing how you were trying to protect yourself. You've been acting strange all day -- people'll chalk it up to guilt."

"But, at the trial, I'll. . .."

"You're smarter than that, Fiona. You know there won't be a trial." He pulled his service revolver. I felt like a bull's-eye had been painted on my chest.

Desperate, I pointed at the window with my left hand. "What the . .. . "

Jimmy Bob turned. I pulled my gun and fired.




Copyright й 1999 Marcia Kiser