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

busy there in the dark for a few minutesтАФI think I gave as good as I got. When it was over, there was a
couple of big bites out of my left arm. A friend put some caustic balsam on it, and it was fine. Then, come
the next full moon, I was like I am."

"Do you think you belong in a mental institution, rather than here? That your condition is medical, rather
than criminal?"

"I don't think there's a mental institution that could hold meтАФlook what it says about Atlanta there," he
said. "Besides, they tell me I killed four peopleтАФaside from the turnpike thing, I mean."
"Do you remember the circumstances ofтАФ"

"I told you, I don't remember anything, ever, Doc." He took a drink of water from the glass by the
pitcher on the table of the conference room.

"Would you like a smoke?" asked Fibidjian.

"I don't smoke, Doc," he said. "I trade mine for books. I've got the book privileges for half the cons in
this joint for the next five years. I chew gum, though. Beeman's Black Jack."

"Sorry," said the psychiatrist. "I'm fresh out."

"I've got the supply of that tied up, too," said Howlin.

The doctor looked over his notes.

"You say you have no memory of the murders of the threeтАФ"

"Postmen," Howlin said. "I seem to have a thing for postmen. What the two postmen were doing out,
after dark, in the truck, in the summer, I don't know. But evidently they were. The wrong guys in the
wrong place at the wrong time, I guess. Like the one the next night тАж"

"And the other?"

"They tell me it was a child." He shrugged. "As far as I know, it could have been Mussolini or Neville
Chamberlain."

He looked at the psychiatrist. "The part that bothers me is there could be others they haven't found,
people who just disappeared one moonlit night. I was bitten in May. I didn't cause that wreck til
November. That's seven months. That seems a long time for only four people, doesn't it?"

"Uh, I agree," said the psychiatrist. "But the convictions were for the three postmen, and the turnpike
accident. Those are the reasons you're here."

Howlin got up and whacked his hand against the thick concrete walls of the room. "The reason I'm here,"
he said, "is that this is the only place on Earth that can hold me."

He rubbed the inside of his right elbow.

"Sore?"