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

me uncomfortable.

Of course, the reverse was also true, and IТd been known to wear
heels just so IТd be taller than he was. No one said I was a good
person.

УTell me what you see.Ф

Assuming he didnТt want me to describe himЧwhich, had he not
been so antsy about the snow falling from the tree a few moments
ago, IТd have probably done just to annoy himЧI turned away,
looking over the baseball diamond.

It was buried beneath two feet of the wet, heavy snow that had
made my jeans damp from tromping through it. I shook one foot
absently, knocking snow off my boot. IТd lived in Wisconsin for a
winter, so snow wasnТt entirely new to me, but this was ridiculous
for Seattle, and I said so. Morrison huffed out a breath like an
annoyed bull and I puffed my cheeks, muttering, УOkay, fine. I see
snow.Ф

Well, duh. Clearly Morrison wanted more than that. УSnowmobile
tracks. I didnТt even know people in Seattle owned snowmobiles.
Um. Footprints around the diamond, like peopleТve been playing
snowball.Ф I thought that was pretty clever. Snowball, like baseball,
only with snow, right? Morrison didnТt laugh. I sighed. Poor, poor
put-upon me.

УThere are cops, thereТs some teenagers over there, thereТsЧФ
Actually, there were a lot of cops, now that I was looking. Picked
out in dull blue under the gray sky, they worked their way around
the baseball diamond and stumped their way through the outfield.
УThereТs, um.Ф I frowned. УI donТt hear anything, either. There arenТt
any people around. Dead treesЕФ

УNo,Ф Morrison growled, full of so much tension that I looked over
my shoulder at him, feeling my expression turning worried. УWhat
do you see,Ф he repeated, and suddenly I got it. A drop of ice
formed inside my throat and spilled down into my stomach, like
drinking cold water on an empty belly. I folded my arms around
myself defensively, shaking my head.

УShit, Morrison, it doesnТtЧit doesnТt work like that. I mean, IТm not,
like, good enough to make it work, I donТt know how, I donТt want
toЧФ

УGod damn it, Walker, what do you see!Ф

I turned back to the field, stiff as an automaton, my lower lip
sucked between my teeth. One of my arms unfolded from around