"Lawrence Watt-Evans - In for Pound" - читать интересную книгу автора (Watt-Evans Lawrence)

"Really, JenтАФit's not as if I'm running for president. It's just mayor of Eltonburg. So I'll want to spend a
couple of nights a month in private; so what?" He patted her on the arm, urging her into the car.



Stunned, she sat. She watched through the windshield as he walked around and climbed in the driver's
side.



"Dave," she said, "suppose there's a City Council meeting on a full moon? Suppose there's a disasterтАФa
blizzard, sayтАФon the night of a full moon?"



He shrugged. "I'll be ill, or unavoidably detained. These things happen; people will understand. It hasn't
been a problem for me before."



"Before you were just a police lieutenant, not the mayor!"



"Detective lieutenant," he corrected herтАФhe was touchy about the distinction between the two sides of
Eltonburg's police department, enforcement and investigation. He started the car and looked over his
shoulder to be sure the street was clear.



"Whatever. Don't you think that, even in Eltonburg, some reporter might stumble across the truth? Old
Bill Beasley isn't going to give up his job without a fight, despite the indictments--he's going to have his
people checking up on you all through the campaign, just looking for some little flaw. What if he notices
you're never around at the full moon? How are you going to explain that? Suppose he says you spend a
couple of nights a month at the strip clubs down on Route 8тАФhow are you going to prove you don't?"



Dave frowned as he swung the car around the corner onto Main Street. "He couldn't prove I do."



"He wouldn't have to prove itтАФwhat are you going to say instead? That you grow fur and go running
through the streets on those nights?"



"Well, why not?" Dave asked. "I've never hurt anyone. Sure, I'm not quite myself when I'm a wolf, but
I'm no ravening monster. Even real wolves aren't, and I never completely forget who I am. I've chased a