"Let's All Kill Constance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradbury Ray Douglas)CHAPTER EIGHTEENwe went back to Rattigan's and stood down on the shoreline. It was early evening and her lights were still full on; the place was like a full moon and a rising sun of architecture. Gershwin was still manhandling Manhattan one moment, Paris the next. "I bet they buried him in his piano," said Crumley. We got out the one Book of the Dead, Rattigan's personal phone pals, mostly cold and buried, and repeated what we had done before. Went through it page by page, with a growing sense of mortality. On page 30 we came to the There it was: Clarence Rattigan's dead phone and a red Christian cross over his name. "Damn. Now let's check Califia again." We riffled back and there it was, with big red lines under her name and a crucifix. "That means-?" "Whoever planted this book with Constance marked all the names with red ink and a cross, handed it over, and then killed the first two victims. Maybe. I'm running half-empty." "Or, hoping Constance would see the red ink crucifixes, Crumley turned the pages and exhaled. "Red crucifix." "But Father Rattigan's still I trudged up the sand to Rattigan's poolside phone. I dialed St. Vibiana's. "Who's this?" a sharp voice answered. "Father Rattigan! Thank God!" "For what?" "This is Constance's friend. The idiot." "Dammit!" the priest cried. "Don't take any more confessions tonight!" "You giving orders?" "Father, you're "No, no!" the voice cried. "Go to that other heathen church! That The telephone slammed. I looked at Crumley, he looked at me. "Look under Grauman's," I said. Crumley looked. "Chinese, yeah. And Grauman's name. And a red circle and a crucifix. But he died "Yeah, but part of Constance is buried there, or written there in cement. I'll show you. Last chance to see "If we time it," said Crumley, "the film will be over." |
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