"Woods, Stuart - Dead Eyes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Woods Stuart)

"Well, Sweets," he said feigning a lisp, "Looks like you got yourself a fella."

"Not that one," Chris said.

"Read the second one."

Danny read the second letter and quoted, " 'You're certainly athletic. I'd hate to come up against you in a dark alley.' What the hell does that mean?"

"I just came back from Graham Hong's house; he's training me for the new film. We had this little session and I accidentally--well, not exactly accidentally-but inadvertently dumped him on his ass."

"You dumped Graham Hong on his ass?"

"He asked me to kick him in the face, and I did.

He just didn't get out of the way fast enough."

Danny hooted with laughter.

"God, I'd give anything to have seen that!"

"The point is, Danny, whoever wrote this letter saw it. The sonofabitch followed me this morning."

Danny read the letter again.

"I think you're jumping to conclusions. This guy's just seen you in the movies. Remember when you hit the guy with the bottle in... what was it?"

Chris shook her head.

"No, this guy was watching us."

Danny began to rub Chris's shoulders.

"Relax, Sweets; you're making too much of this."

"That's what Melanie said this morning, when the first letter came. Neither of them was stamped; he put them in my mailbox. How the hell did he find out where I live?"

"Sweets, anybody can find out where anybody lives; don't you know that?"

"Danny, I never give this address to anybody. I get my Christmas cards through the P.O. box. The only mail I get here is catalogues, addressed to 'Resident. ' "

" Look, I bet when you buy something at Saks or Neiman's you have it sent here, don't you?"

"No. I take it home; or, if something is being altered, Melanie picks it up. I never give anybody this address, unless they're coming to dinner or to play tennis. And this..." she held up the letter,"... did not come from somebody I'd invite to dinner. This is creepy. I'll tell you how this guy found out where I live; he followed me home, that's how."

Danny took her head in his hands and pointed it at the mirror.

"Look at me," he said.

"Don't do this to yourself. You're starting a new movie next Monday, and you can't get yourself all tensed Ul about something that you're probably imagining."