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

"I won't know till I look at it," Chris said.

"Booker says it's the fucking Italians," the guy from Narcotics said,
"trying to tell him something. It makes sense, otherwise why not shoot
the fucker? Like we know Booker's done guys we find out at Metro in
long-term parking. Guy's in the trunk of his car, two in the back of
the head. Booker's a bad fucking dude, man. If there was such a thing
as justice in the world we'd leave his ass sitting there, let him work
it out."

Chris said, "Get your people out of the house. When my partner gets
here, don't stop and chat, okay? I'll let you know if we need Fire or
EMS, or if we have to evacuate the houses next door. Now where's
Booker?"

The guy from Narcotics took Chris down the hall toward the back of the
house, saying, "Wait'll you see what the spook did to the library.
Looks like a fucking tent."

It did. Green-and-white striped parachute cloth was draped on four
sides from the center point of the high ceiling to the top of the
walls. The Jacuzzi bubbled in the middle of the room, a border of
green tile around it.

Booker sat beyond the sunken bath in his green leather

wingback. He was holding on to the round arms, clutching them, fingers
spread open. Behind him, French doors opened onto a backyard patio.

"I been waiting," Booker said.

"You know how long I been waiting on you? I don't know where anybody's
at, I been calling-you see Juicy Mouth?"

"Who's Juicy Mouth?"

"Suppose to be guarding my body. Man, I got to go the toilet."

Chris walked up to him, looking at the base of the chair.

"Tell me what the woman said on the phone."

"Was the bitch suppose to be in love with me."

"What'd she tell you?"

"Say I get up I'm blown up."

"That's all?"