"Alan Mcgregor - Angels Of Mercy" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGregor Alan)

"It's okay. Really. It's okay."

"It's not okay, Father. I mean..."

"Try saying it. My name won't bite you." He grinned through his pain.

"Frank." She said it hesitantly, as if testing out the way it sounded. "Your look bothered
me. It wasn't a look of judgment...but...."

He smiled. "What kind of look was it, then?"

"I...I don't know. It was.... It touched me. I can't explain why."

"Had you seen my collar before you reacted?"

"No." She put her head down. "It didn't have anything to do with what you are."

He laughed. "Maybe it was my incredible charm, then."

"Maybe," she said. "You have a handsome face." Her own face reddened at the saying
of it, as if she had committed a grievous sin, just mentioning it.

"What's your real name?" he pressed.

"I only do these dress-up gigs once in awhile. I spend most of my time whoring on the
street. You don't want to know my real name."

Frank didn't press further. "Well, Zanax, we're in trouble, aren't we?"

Eyes wide with worry, she looked at the chunks of broken concrete covering him. "I
can't get all that rubble off you. I can't get you out."

Frank's predicament was all too clear to him now. He was trapped under a pile of
broken concrete. He hoped the chunks weren't interfering with the circulation in his leg;
that could mean amputation if they were ever rescued. But he was sure his left leg was
broken quite badly. The pain up his left side was nearly taking his breath away now.
Last night he had the benefit of his body's endorphins muting the pain and shock. This
morning he could barely speak from the pain.

But he had to keep his real fears from her. Sending her into a full-blown panic would
certainly doom them both. "So, Zanax, what's your appraisal of our situation?"

She looked around them. "Well, now I know why we can't hear anything. We're
completely sealed off from outside help. Both ends of the alley are blocked, and it looks
like the only way I can get help is to climb up the collapsed walls so I can get to a roof,"
she said, appraisingly.

She stood then, shakily, her long overcoat hugging her tired body. She unbuttoned it,
took it off and laid it over Frank.