"Howard Waldrop - The Wolf-man of Alcatraz" - читать интересную книгу автора (Waldrop Howard)

The hall was like that of the solitary block, but the walls were of smooth finished concrete, forty feet long.
Only two doors interrupted it. A guard opened his cell with a key and a combination lock. The cell had a
Diebold vault door, twelve inches thick, with a total rim lock of interleaved 1-inch chrome-steel wafers. It
could have held King Kong.

"Doc'll be here to see you around four o'clock, see if there's anything you want," said Sawyer. "I'll pick
up everything but the blanket then."

"Sure thing, Sergeant." said Howlin.

Sawyer turned and went out. The door swung to behind him; he heard the rim-wafers slam down like
teeth.




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"You want your shot now?" asked the old doc.
"I guess so," said Howlin. "Could you make it a little stronger than last time? I think I remembered
something."

"I can't give you anything much stronger, Bob," said the doc. "We don't want you becoming an addict."
He smiled a quick smile.

He readied the hypodermic. "All I can promise you is, I give you this now, it should keep you out for at
least four hours. Depending. SunsetтАФ"

"Sunset's at 5:43 PST; moonrise at 5:45," said Howlin. "That I know."

"So you should be out a couple of hours afterwards. By the way, a couple of medical types would like to
examine you тАж"

"When's my next physical?"

"Next month, I think. I'll check."

"If they do it then, I don't mind. They meat docs or head docs?"

"One each."

"Long as I don't have to do a lot of foolishness, like when I first got here."

"You ready?"

He rolled up his prison uniform sleeve. "Shoot," he said.

The doctor put the needle in. With a sigh, Howlin leaned back on the single blanket on the concrete bunk