"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

"Why?"

"I called and no one answered. The cash register's
lying open."

"The guy could be in the bathroom."

I climbed in the car. "I don't think so. I have a bad
feeling about this. I want to get out of here." I put the
key in the ignition. Pepper put a hand on my arm.

"Wait a sec," he said. "If the place is being held up
we should help."

"We can't help. Only people with loaded guns can
help in situations like this. Let's go!"

"No," Pepper said. "That wouldn't be cool."

"I don't want to be cool. I want to be alive. Let go of
my arm!"

He opened his door. "You stay here. I'll be back in a
moment. If you hear gunshots, drive off."

I grabbed his arm. "Oh, sure. Oh, great. What a
classic macho attitude. You are coming with me. My
daughter is not going to grow up without a father."

"It could be a boy, for Christsakes." He shook
loose. "Do as I say-and don't worry."

"I won't worry," I said sarcastically, sitting back.

"I'll take these few moments to enjoy a peaceful
meditation." He closed the door in my face. I
pounded the dashboard. "Dammit!"

I watched as he walked casually up to the window.
One thing about Pepper-he was no coward. He
peered in the window, listened for a second, and then
walked around the side of the building to a door and
disappeared inside. Why did I go to an abortion clinic
and pay them four hundred bucks? I just had to sit
through a holdup and I'd abort. I clasped my hand
over my abdomen and waited. I didn't start the car. If
someone shot Pepper, I thought, they could shoot me
as well.