"Littleford, Clare - Death Duty" - читать интересную книгу автора (Littleford Clare)that I had felt the damp warmth of his breath, and looked into those
eyes, and felt the pressure of his hand against my skin. But that hadn't happened, I was certain of that. I had hardly seen his face at all, and the impact of the first blow had been so hard, so sudden. I wanted to tell Alex, to explain that feeling of familiarity, to tell him that maybe I had recognized the attacker, but I wasn't sure. I didn't know if that was just the immediacy of the dream, and I didn't want to fix the idea in my mind by vocalizing it, not when I could have been wrong. Alex had started to lace up his shoes. He said, "I'll pop into your office later, pick up your stuff." Then he hesitated, and added, "Why don't you come round tonight? About seven? I'll cook. You need a day off, yeah?" "Thanks," I said, surprised by his thoughtfulness and then ashamed of my surprise. "You'll be okay?" he said. "To drive round, I mean?" "Oh yes," I said, because I didn't see why I wouldn't be. I was glad I hadn't taken the car to work the previous day I couldn't imagine going to pick it up, past the place where he had, past that shop. feeling slightly dizzy, but Alex didn't notice that anything was wrong. I saw him to the front door and then shut it and stood listening to his car start and pull away up the street. When the sound of his engine faded I went back into the front room and turned the TV off. The house was very quiet. I had intended to have a bath before getting dressed, but I didn't want to any more. When I was dressed and had brushed my teeth, I phoned work. My supervisor, Douglas, wasn't in, so I had to talk to Colin. He was a gush of questions, about how I was and whether the police had caught my attacker. "You'll be back in no time," Colin said. "Nothing'll keep Jo Elliott away from her caseload, eh?" I gave a tentative laugh. Behind him in the office I could hear the usual noise of conversations and phones ringing. "I'll let you get back to it," I said. "Tell Douglas I'll send my sick note in." I looked back at him. He had short dark hair and chocolate-brown eyes; like Alex, I thought. He wore heavy boots that laced right up his ankles and disappeared under his trouser legs. He had taken his notebook out of his pocket and was leafing through the pages. PC Andrews suddenly seemed to feel that she was needed at his side and sat down next to him on the sofa. |
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