"C.E. Murphy - Banshee Cries" - читать интересную книгу автора (Murphy C. E)

тАЬGary, in your day they didnтАЩt have telephones. Are you still working?тАЭ
тАЬDepends. Is this the crazy broad who hires cabbies to drive her to crime scenes?тАЭ
I snorted a laugh. тАЬYeah.тАЭ
тАЬIs she gonna cook me dinner if IтАЩm still workinтАЩ?тАЭ
тАЬSure,тАЭ I said brightly. тАЬIтАЩll whip you up the best microwave dinner you ever had.тАЭ
тАЬOkay. I want one of them chicken fettuccine ones. Where you at?тАЭ
тАЬChelseaтАЩs Garage.тАЭ
Gary groaned, a rumble that came all the way from his toes and reverberated in my
ear. тАЬYou still over there mooning over that car, Jo?тАЭ
тАЬI am not mooning!тАЭ I was mooning. тАЬShe needs work.тАЭ
тАЬYou need money. And snow tires. And more than six inches of clearance. You
ainтАЩt gonna drive it till spring, Jo, even if you do get it fixed up.тАЭ
тАЬHer,тАЭ I said, sounding like a petulant child. тАЬPetiteтАЩs a her, not an it, arenтАЩt you,
baby,тАЭ I added, addressing the last part to the steering wheel. тАЬLook, are you gonna
come get me or not? ItтАЩs even a paying gig. Morrison called and wants me to go
over to Woodland Park.тАЭ
тАЬArright.тАЭ GaryтАЩs voice brightened considerably. тАЬMaybe thereтАЩll be a body.тАЭ

Morrison glared magnificently when I arrived with Gary in tow. The two of them
facing off was wonderful to behold: Morrison was pushing forty and good-looking
in a superhero-going-to-seed way, with graying hair and sharp blue eyes. Gary, at
seventy-three, had Hemingway wrinkles and a Connery build that made him look
dependable and solid instead of old, and his gray eyes were every bit as sharp as
MorrisonтАЩs. For a few seconds I thought they might start butting heads.
But Morrison pointed at Gary and barked, тАЬYou stay here.тАЭ Gary looked as
crestfallen as a wet kitten. I actually said, тАЬAw, cтАЩmon, Morrison,тАЭ and got his glare
turned on me. Oops.
тАЬItтАЩs arright, Jo.тАЭ Gary gave me a sly look that from a man a few decades younger
wouldтАЩve had my heart doing flip-flops. тАЬI bet thereтАЩs a body. You can tell me about
it at dinner. You need a ride home?тАЭ
тАЬIтАЩll take care of it,тАЭ Morrison said in a sharp voice. Gary winked at me, shoved
his hands in his pockets, and sauntered back to his cab, whistling. I choked on a
laugh and turned to follow Morrison, tromping through a truly unbelievable amount
of snow. It had started snowing in mid-January and, as far as Seattle was concerned,
hadnтАЩt stopped in the two months since. Even the weathermen merely looked
stunned and resigned, mumbling excuses about hurricane patterns in the South
having unexpected consequences in the Pacific Northwest.
тАЬWhat is it with you two?тАЭ
тАЬSo whatтАЩs going on, Captain?тАЭ We spoke at the same time, leaving me blinking at
MorrisonтАЩs shoulders and starting to grin. тАЬWhat is it with us? Me and Gary? Are
you serious?тАЭ
тАЬHe answers your phone.тАЭ Morrison was talking to the footprints in the snow in
front of him, not me. My grin got noticeably bigger.
тАЬOnly the once. That was like six weeks ago, Morrison. And who told you that,
anyway?тАЭ I wanted to laugh.
тАЬIтАЩm just saying heтАЩs a little old for you, isnтАЩt he?тАЭ MorrisonтАЩs shoulders were
hunched, as if he was trying to warm his ears up with them. I grinned openly at his
back and lowered my voice so it only just barely carried over the squeak and crunch
of snow as we walked through it.
тАЬAll IтАЩll say is, you know how they say old dogs canтАЩt learn new tricks? Turns out