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

weathermen merely looked stunned and resigned, mumbling
excuses about hurricane patterns in the South having unexpected
consequences in the Pacific Northwest.

УWhat is it with you two?Ф

УSo whatТs going on, Captain?Ф We spoke at the same time,
leaving me blinking at MorrisonТs shoulders and starting to grin.
УWhat is it with us? Me and Gary? Are you serious?Ф

УHe answers your phone.Ф Morrison was talking to the footprints in
the snow in front of him, not me. My grin got noticeably bigger.

УOnly the once. That was like six weeks ago, Morrison. And who
told you that, anyway?Ф I wanted to laugh.

УIТm just saying heТs a little old for you, isnТt he?Ф MorrisonТs
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.

УAll IТll say is, you know how they say old dogs canТt learn new
tricks? Turns out old dogs have some pretty good tricks of their
own.Ф

MorrisonТs shoulders jerked another inch higher and I laughed out
loud, the sound bouncing off tree branches black with winter cold.
Snow shimmered and fell off one, making a soft puff and a dent in
the snow below it. Morrison flinched at the sound, head snapping
toward it as his hand dropped to his belt, like heТd pull a weapon.
My laughter drained away and I followed him the rest of the way to
a park baseball diamond in silence.

He climbed up snow-covered bleachers, making distinct footprints
in the already walked on snow, compacting it further. I put my feet
in precisely the same places heТd stepped, fitting my sole print to
his exactly. We had the same size feet, and in police-issue boots
his prints were indistinguishable from mine, at least to the naked
eye. A forensics officer could probably tell there was a weight
difference between the two of usЧin MorrisonТs favor, thank
GodЧbut for the moment I enjoyed the idea of stealing along
behind the captain, invisible to anybody trying to track me.

Morrison stopped on the step above me and turned so abruptly I
nearly walked into him. I rocked back on my heels, one step below
him, my nose at his chest height as I frowned up at him. УThanks
for the warning.Ф I hated looking up, physically, to Morrison: we
were the same height, down to the half inch that put us both just
below six feet, and any situation that made me look up to him made