"Christopher Moore - The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore Christopher)

working on a paunch that strained the buttons of his vest. Theo sat across
from him on a chair, holding a notepad. They could hear the sheriff's deputies
moving around downstairs.
"I can't believe she'd do this," Joseph said.
Theo reached over and squeezed the grieving husband's bicep. "I'm really
sorry, Joe. She didn't say anything that would indicate she was thinking about
doing something like this?"
Joseph shook his head without looking up. "She was getting better. Val
had given her some pills and she seemed to be getting better."
"She was seeing Valerie Riordan?" Theo asked. Valerie was Pine Cove's
only clinical psychiatrist. "Do you know what kind of pills?"
"Zoloft," Joseph said. "I think it's an antidepressant."
Theo wrote down the name of the drug on his notepad. "Then Bess was
depressed?"
"No, she just had this cleaning thing. Everything had to be cleaned every
day. She'd clean something, then go back five minutes later and clean it
again. She was making life miserable for the girls and me. She'd make us take
our shoes and socks off, then wash our feet in a basin before we came into the
house. But she wasn't depressed."
Theo wrote down "crazy" on his notepad. "When was the last time Bess went
to see Val?"
"Maybe six weeks ago. When she first got the pills. She really seemed to
be doing better. She even left the dishes in the sink overnight once. I was
proud of her."
"Where are her pills, Joseph?"
"Medicine cabinet." Joseph gestured to the bathroom.
Theo excused himself and went to the bathroom. The brown prescription
bottle was the only thing in the medicine cabinet other than disinfectants and
some Q-Tips. The bottle was about half-full. "I'm going to take these with
me," Theo said, pocketing the pills. "The sheriff's deputies are going to ask
you some of these same questions, Joseph. You just tell them what you told me,
okay?
Joseph nodded. "I think I should be with the girls."
"Just a bit longer, okay? I'll send up the deputy in charge."
Theo heard a car start outside and went to the window to see an ambulance
pulling away, the lights and siren off. Bess Leander's body riding off to the
morgue. He turned back to Joseph. "Call me if you need anything. I'm going to
go talk to Val Riordan."
Joseph stood up. "Theo, don't tell anyone that Bess was on
antidepressants. She didn't want anyone to know. She was ashamed."
"I won't. Call me if you need me." Theo left the room. A sharply dressed
plainclothes deputy met him at the bottom of the steps. Theo saw by the badge
on his belt that he was a detective sergeant.
"You're Crowe. John Voss." He extended his hand and Theo shook it. "We're
supposed to take it from here," Voss said. "What have you got?"
Theo was at once relieved and offended. Sheriff Burton was going to push
him off the case without even talking to him. "No note," Theo said. "I called
you guys ten minutes after I got the call. Joseph said she wasn't depressed,
but she was on medication. He came downstairs to have breakfast and found
her."