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Bag of Bones :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 196 из 425” The third had come the day before, whenshe had asked if I would join her and John Storrow for a picnic lunch on the town common after my deposition. Lunch right there in the middle of town before God and everybody. . although, with a New York lawyer to play chaperone, what harm in that? “Have you spoken to Kyra Devore on the telephone?” What an odd question! Not one anybody had prepared me for, either. I supposed that was at least partly why he had asked it. “Mr. Noonan?”
“Yes, I’ve spoken to her once.”
“Can you tell us the nature of that conversation?”
“Well…” I looked doubtfully at Bissonette, but there was no help there. He obviously didn’t know, either. “Mattie—”
“Pardon me?” Durgin leaned forward as much as he could. His eyes were intent in their pink pockets of flesh. “Mattie?”
“Mattie Devore.
Mary Devore.”
“You call her Mattie?”
24o “Yes,” I said, and had a wild impulse to add: In bed/In bed I call her that/"Oh Mattie, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I cry/"It’s the name she gave me when she introduced herself. I met her—”
“We may get to that, but right now I’m interested in your telephone conversation with Kyra Devote. When was that?”
“It was yesterday.”
“July ninth, 1998.”
“Yes.”
“Who placed that call?”
“Ma… Mary Devote.” Now he’ll ask why she called, I thought, and I’ll say she wanted to have yet another sex marathon, JSREPLAY to consist of sgeding each other chocolate-dipped strawberries while we look at pictures of naked mai-firmed dwarves. “How did Kyra Devote happen to speak to you?”
“She asked if she could. I heard her saying to her mother that she had to tell me something.”
“What was it she had to tell you?”
“That she had her first bubble bath.”
“Did she also say she coughed?” I was quiet, looking at him. In that moment I understood why people hate lawyers, especially when they’ve been dusted over by one who’s good at the job. “Mr. Noonan, would you like me to repeat the question?”
“No,” I said, wondering where he’d gotten his information. Had these bastards tapped Mattie’s phone? My phone? Both?
Perhaps for the first time I understood on a gut level what it must be like to have half a billion dollars. With that much dough you could tap a lot of telephones. “She said her mother pushed bubbles in her face and she coughed. But she was—”
“Thank you, Mr.
“Yes, I’ve spoken to her once.”
“Can you tell us the nature of that conversation?”
“Well…” I looked doubtfully at Bissonette, but there was no help there. He obviously didn’t know, either. “Mattie—”
“Pardon me?” Durgin leaned forward as much as he could. His eyes were intent in their pink pockets of flesh. “Mattie?”
“Mattie Devore.
Mary Devore.”
“You call her Mattie?”
24o “Yes,” I said, and had a wild impulse to add: In bed/In bed I call her that/"Oh Mattie, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I cry/"It’s the name she gave me when she introduced herself. I met her—”
“We may get to that, but right now I’m interested in your telephone conversation with Kyra Devote. When was that?”
“It was yesterday.”
“July ninth, 1998.”
“Yes.”
“Who placed that call?”
“Ma… Mary Devote.” Now he’ll ask why she called, I thought, and I’ll say she wanted to have yet another sex marathon, JSREPLAY to consist of sgeding each other chocolate-dipped strawberries while we look at pictures of naked mai-firmed dwarves. “How did Kyra Devote happen to speak to you?”
“She asked if she could. I heard her saying to her mother that she had to tell me something.”
“What was it she had to tell you?”
“That she had her first bubble bath.”
“Did she also say she coughed?” I was quiet, looking at him. In that moment I understood why people hate lawyers, especially when they’ve been dusted over by one who’s good at the job. “Mr. Noonan, would you like me to repeat the question?”
“No,” I said, wondering where he’d gotten his information. Had these bastards tapped Mattie’s phone? My phone? Both?
Perhaps for the first time I understood on a gut level what it must be like to have half a billion dollars. With that much dough you could tap a lot of telephones. “She said her mother pushed bubbles in her face and she coughed. But she was—”
“Thank you, Mr.