"Nancy Kress - Stinger" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kress Nancy)

fruitlessly. The Lumina slammed into the buck,
flinging its body to the left onto the narrow, grassy
median. The Lumina spun ninety degrees while
skidding sideways. The rear crashed into a hickory
at the edge of the woods. Metal shrieked as the
trunk flew open, the rear body crumpled, and the
backseat thrust forward, hard. With a final shudder
the Lumina came to rest backward against the tree,
engine stopped and headlights still shining.
The driverтАЩs face was moonlight white. тАЬYou
okay?тАЭ
тАЬYeah. You? Oh, GodтАФthe locals.тАЭ
The second car had skidded to a stop. A man
jumped out and ran toward the crash. In the beam
of the LuminaтАЩs headlights his deputy sheriffтАЩs
uniform was clearly visible.
тАЬAnybody hurt? Are you people all right?тАЭ His
voice was young and excited.
тАЬWeтАЩre fine,тАЭ the driver called. He gave his
companion a look that said shit shit shit. The
passenger tried to open his door, but it had been
mangled too badly when the rear of the car caved
forward. Finally he climbed awkwardly over the
gear shift and followed the driver out the left front
door.
By that time the driver stood with the deputy at
the front of the car, away from the gaping trunk.
The passenger walked toward the back and peered
inside. The metal cage sat as twisted and crushed as
the back end of the car, a cage no longer. Empty.
тАЬCan I see your license and registration?тАЭ the
deputy said. The passenger walked to the front of
the car to join the driver, so both of them could talk
to the deputy. Could persuade him of what had
really happened here. How the scene had actually
gone down.
They had fucking better make it A-one.



MAY 28

тАЬтАж and now, ladies and gentlemen,тАЭ the local
chairwoman finished in her strong Brooklyn accent,
тАЬjoin with me in welcoming the United States
senator from Pennsylvania, Malcolm Peter
Reading.тАЭ
Not too bad, Larson thought as he watched the
senator mount the steps of the school auditorium. A
fairly short introduction, dignified but not starchy,