"Murphy,.C.E.-.Walker.1.5.-.2005.-.BANSHEE.CRIES" - читать интересную книгу автора (Murphy C. E)

didnТt work. I was almost grateful. It suggested I wasnТt as
completely weird as the past couple of minutes proved me to be.
My silence drew on long enough to prompt my boss to keep
talking, something I hadnТt intended but for which I was also
grateful.

УSome teenagers found the first body. Holliday was on call and
when they dug her freeЧyou should probably see for yourself.Ф

УDo I have to?Ф My voice was still thin. УIТm a beat cop, Morrison,
not a homicide detective.Ф IТd never wanted to be either, despite
having attended the academy. IТd been a mechanic, and the short
version was MorrisonТd hired my replacement when I had to go
overseas for a while. But thanks to my mixed ethnic heritageЧI
was half CherokeeЧI looked too good on the roster to actually fire.
Instead, IТd gotten an upgrade from mechanic to actual living
breathing cop. Morrison figuredЧhopedЧIТd spit in his face and
quit.

I couldnТt stand to give him the satisfaction. Which left me sitting in
the snow, whining and praying heТd give me a break.

УYou have to.Ф

So much for praying. I got up, brushed snow off my cold bottom,
and stumped down the bleachers.



BillyТd obviously been on duty when the kids called in about the
body, because he was wearing sensible shoes. Typically, when he
got called unexpectedly he came in wearing a pair of great heels,
which I still noticed because he had better taste in shoes than I did.
IТd never heard anybody tease him about cross-dressing, partly
because he was a hell of a detective, and partly because he was
something over six feet tall and looked like he could break you in
half. It didnТt hurt that his wife couldТve been Salma HayekТs slightly
more gorgeous sister. At the moment, though, he was wearing
regulation boots and crouched over a frozen woman whose insides
were no longer in. I stopped several feet back and said, УJesus,Ф
by way of announcing my arrival.

The womanТs intestines stretched out of her belly and into the
snow, ropy frozen lines of blackness buried in the cold. Her
stomach had been cut open in an efficient X, and judging from the
rictus her face was frozen in, sheТd probably been alive when it
happened. If itТd been summertime, I probably would have lost my
lunch, but the icy strands and beads of cold on her face looked so
surreal I couldnТt quite wrap my mind around it having been a
person once. She looked like a prop on a sound stage for a movie