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

He was back a minute later. I was so relieved I
almost started crying. "There's no one here," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. There's no one in the back, the bath-
rooms, anywhere."

"Why would they just go off and leave the money
lying around like that?"

Pepper was puzzled. "I don't know."

I handed him my five-dollar bill. "Well, stick this in
their cash register and let's get out of here."

Pepper stuffed the money in his jeans pocket and
climbed inside. "Gimme a break," he said.

"That's stealing."

"Yeah, well, turn me in when we get to town."

"You're mad at me," I said.

"I'm not mad at you."

"Then why don't you talk to me?" I asked.

"Because you told me talking to you would be a
waste of time. Then I went to sleep, and I don't talk in
my sleep."

"You snore, though."

"I don't snore," he said.

"Yeah, you do. I don't mind. I know it's beyond
your control."

"Thank you, Rox. Now can we get out of here. This
place is giving me the creeps."

I paused. "Why did you say that?"

"Rox."

"No." I glanced at the deserted window again.
"There is something creepy about this place. Can you
feel it?"