"Christopher Pike - Weekend" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

"Sol!" Park cried.

A gun exploded.

The snake tore into bloody halves.

Resetting the safety, Flynn slipped a small black pistol in his belt, covering it with the tail of his white silk
shirt. Lying on the road, with his head twisted around, Sol asked, "Where did you learn to shoot like
that?"

Flynn smiled the charming smile that made the girls sigh, and Park nauseous with jealousy. But he
couldn't begrudge him this time. "I usually can't hit a Coke can at five feet," Flynn said.

Park regained the use of his legs and came over and helped Sol up. "That was close. Did he catch any
flesh?"

Sol brushed off his T-shirt, and shook his head, his tough, external cool somewhat ruffled. Only Flynn
seemed unshaken. Park couldn't believe the guy. Sol slapped Flynn's shoulder. "Thanks, man, I owe you
one."

Flynn looked at his kill with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. Already, flies buzzed about the remains.
"That's okay; I just won't chip in for gas on the way home."

"Fair enough."

"And I owe you one," Park told Sol.

"Yeah. Say you fix me up with Angie for a couple of nights and we'll call it even."

Park laughed, realising he was still shaking. "Only if I get Lena."

"You don't know what you're asking," Sol said. "Lena's worse than a snake. She's got nails along with
teeth."

"Do you always carry a gun?" Park asked Flynn. They knew little about him: he was from England, had
his own apartment, no family, drove an old VW, played tennis, spoke seldom.

"Whenever I'm in a foreign country."
California was a foreign country to Flynn. Sol snapped, "It's none of your business."

"It's no problem," Flynn said smoothly. "I'd tell you more, but there's nothing to tell."

Park didn't believe him. His marksmanship hadn't been blind luck. He was a practiced shot. Park
wondered what Flynn had practiced for.

This was weird. Here he is on a fun-and-games weekend outing, and two of his buddies are carrying
deadly weapons. "I didn't mean to pry," Park said.

"No problem," Flynn repeated.