"Leonard, Elmore - Freaky Deaky" - читать интересную книгу автора (Leonard Elmore)

The phone must have rung fifteen times before Booker got out of the
Jacuzzi, put on his green satin robe that matched the emerald pinned to
his left earlobe and picked up the phone. Booker said, "Who's this?" A
woman's voice said, "You sitting down?" The phone was on a table next
to a green leather wingback chair. Booker loved green. He said,
"Baby, is that you?" It sounded like his woman, Moselle.

Her voice said, "Are you sitting down? You have to be sitting down for
when I tell you something." Booker said, "Baby, you sound different.
What's wrong?" He sat down in the green leather chair, frowning,
working his butt around to get comfortable. The woman's voice said,
"Are you sitting down?" Booker said, "I am. I have sat the fuck down.
Now you gonna talk to me, what?" Moselle's voice said, "I'm suppose to
tell you that when you get up, honey, what's left of your ass is gonna
go clear through the ceiling."

When Chris got there a uniform let him in. There were Thirteenth
Precinct cars and a Tactical station wagon parked in front of the
house. The uniform told Chris that Booker had called 911. They
radioed him here and when he saw who it was he called Narcotics and
they jumped at it, a chance to go through the man's house wide open
with their dog.

A guy from Narcotics who looked like a young vagrant told Chris that
Booker was a success story: had come up through the street-dealing
organizations, Young Boys Incorporated and Pony Down, and was now on
about the third level from the top. Look around, guy twenty-five
living in a home on Boston Boulevard, a mansion, originally owned by
one of Detroit's automotive pioneers. The guy from Narcotics didn't
remember which one. Look how Booker had fucked up the house, painted
all that fine old oak paneling puke green. He asked Chris how come he
was alone.

Chris said most of the squad was out on a run, picking up illegal
fireworks, but there was another guy coming, Jerry Baker. Chris said,
"You know what today is?" And waited for the guy from Narcotics to say
no, what?

"It's my last day on the Bomb Squad. Next week I get transferred out."
He waited again.

The guy from Narcotics said, "Yeah, is that right?"

He didn't get it.

"It's the last time I'll ever have to handle a bomb, if that's what we
have, and hope to Christ I don't make a mistake."

The guy still didn't get it. He said, "Well, that's what Booker says
it is. He gets up, it blows up. What kind of bomb is that?"