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Bag of Bones :: Кинг Стивен
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“I’ll want to talk to the Whitmore woman in any case. Men like Devore tend to grow more and more dependent on their close advisors as they grow older, and she could be a key to getting him to let this go. She could also be a headache for us. She might urge him to fight, possibly because she really thinks he can win and possibly because she wants to watch the fur fly. Also, she might marry him."
“Marry him?”
“Why not? He could have her sign a pre-nup—I could no more’ introduce that in court than his lawyers could go fishing for who hired Mattie’s lawyer—and it would strengthen his chances.”
“John, I’ve seen the woman. She’s got to be seventy herself.”
“But she’s a potential female player in a custody case involving a little girl, and she’s a layer between old man Devore and the married gay couple. We just need to keep it in mind.”
“Okay.” I looked at the office door again, but not so longingly. There comes a point when you’re done for the day whether you want to be or not, and I thought I had reached that point. Perhaps in the evening… “The lawyer I got for you is named Romeo Bissonette.” He paused. “Can that be a real name?”
“Is he from Lewiston?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Because in Maine, especially around Lewiston, that can be a real name. Am I supposed to go see him?” I didn’t want to go see him. It was fifty miles to Lewiston over two-lane roads which would now be crawling with campers and Winnebagos. What I wanted was to go swimming and then take a long nap. A long dream/ess nap. “You don’t need to. Call him and talk to him a little. He’s only a safety net, really—he’ll object if the questioning leaves the incident on the morning of July Fourth. About that incident you tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Got it?”
“Talk to him before, then meet him on Friday at… wait… it’s right here…” The notebook pages fluttered again. “Meet him at the Route 120
Diner at nine-fifteen. Coffee. Talk a little, get to know each other, maybe flip for the check. I’ll be with Mattie, getting as much as I can.
We may want to hire a private dick.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Uh-huh. I’m going to see that bills go to your guy Goldacre. He’ll send them to your agent, and your agent can—”
“No,” I said. “Instruct Goldacre to send them directly here. Harold’s a Jewish mother.
“I’ll want to talk to the Whitmore woman in any case. Men like Devore tend to grow more and more dependent on their close advisors as they grow older, and she could be a key to getting him to let this go. She could also be a headache for us. She might urge him to fight, possibly because she really thinks he can win and possibly because she wants to watch the fur fly. Also, she might marry him."
“Marry him?”
“Why not? He could have her sign a pre-nup—I could no more’ introduce that in court than his lawyers could go fishing for who hired Mattie’s lawyer—and it would strengthen his chances.”
“John, I’ve seen the woman. She’s got to be seventy herself.”
“But she’s a potential female player in a custody case involving a little girl, and she’s a layer between old man Devore and the married gay couple. We just need to keep it in mind.”
“Okay.” I looked at the office door again, but not so longingly. There comes a point when you’re done for the day whether you want to be or not, and I thought I had reached that point. Perhaps in the evening… “The lawyer I got for you is named Romeo Bissonette.” He paused. “Can that be a real name?”
“Is he from Lewiston?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Because in Maine, especially around Lewiston, that can be a real name. Am I supposed to go see him?” I didn’t want to go see him. It was fifty miles to Lewiston over two-lane roads which would now be crawling with campers and Winnebagos. What I wanted was to go swimming and then take a long nap. A long dream/ess nap. “You don’t need to. Call him and talk to him a little. He’s only a safety net, really—he’ll object if the questioning leaves the incident on the morning of July Fourth. About that incident you tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Got it?”
“Talk to him before, then meet him on Friday at… wait… it’s right here…” The notebook pages fluttered again. “Meet him at the Route 120
Diner at nine-fifteen. Coffee. Talk a little, get to know each other, maybe flip for the check. I’ll be with Mattie, getting as much as I can.
We may want to hire a private dick.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Uh-huh. I’m going to see that bills go to your guy Goldacre. He’ll send them to your agent, and your agent can—”
“No,” I said. “Instruct Goldacre to send them directly here. Harold’s a Jewish mother.