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

After a few seconds I was able to get my legs under me again,
though Morrison didnТt quite let me go. I locked my knees and
made myself turn to look at the field again.

Crimson lines, bleeding with pain and rage, flowed up from the
field, following the lines of the baseball diamond. Points of vicious
black stabbed behind my eyes, making marks that seemed to
shoot up into the sky and fade somewhere beyond the stars.
Looking at the field felt like someone was digging talons into my
innards, trying to pull them out and bind me to the death that had
already been wrought there.

Gary was wrong. There wasnТt a body.

There were three.
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УCТmon, Walker. Tell me what you see. Talk to me, Walker.Ф

УHow many have you found?Ф My voice was groggy, as if I was
talking through pea soup. Morrison let out a breath that sounded
like it meant to be a curse.

УJust the one. WhatТre we missing?Ф

УTwo more.Ф I slid out of his grasp and to the snow-covered
bleachers. My jacket wasnТt nearly long enough for sitting on, and
cold started seeping through my jeans immediately. УAll women.
There and there and there.Ф I pointed blindly at the field, unable to
convince myself to lift my eyes and study it again. Not that it
wouldТve helped: the snow was only snow again, not breathing with
its own chaotic pattern of lights. I was just as glad that I couldnТt
hang on to the second sight for long. УWhat the hell made you call
me in for this?Ф

УHolliday.Ф

That explained a lot. Billy HollidayЧbesides having one of the
more unfortunate names IТd ever encounteredЧwas the
departmentТs number-one Believer. IТd played a mocking Scully to
his Mulder until my own sensible world turned upside down. HeТd
been remarkably kind, all things considered, in not giving me too
much shit since then. If something struck him as genuinely
abnormal about the murders, it made a certain amount of sense for
him to think of me.

God, how I wished he hadnТt. I slumped down, forehead against
my knees, which reminded me that IТd smacked my head earlier. I
pressed my palm against it, tryingЧnot very hardЧto call up just
enough of that energy inside me to smooth the bump away. It