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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas :: Thompson Hunter S.
Страница: 104 из 255I could barely hear the woman's cries as she struggled to get the icebag away from her face… but she was no match for my attorney's naked bulk, and he finally managed to pin her in a corner behind the TV set, clamping his hands on her throat while she babbled I… “Please… please… I’m only the maid, I did’nt mean anything…”
I was out of bed in a flash, grabbing my wallet and waving the gold Policemen's Benevolent Assn. press badge in front of her face."You're under arrest!" I shouted.
"No!" she groaned. "I just wanted to clean up!"
My attorney got to his feet, breathing heavily. "She must have used a pass key," he said. "I was polishing my shoes in the closet when I noticed her sneaking in-so I took her." He was trembling, drooling vomit off his chin, and I could see at a glance that he understood the gravity of this situation. Our behavior, this time, had gone far past the boundaries of private kinkiness. Here we were, both naked, staring down at a terrified old woman - a hotel employee - stretched out on the floor of our suite in a paroxysm of fear and hysteria. She would have to be dealt with.
"What made you do it?" I asked her. "Who paid you off?"
"Nobody!" she wailed. "I'm the maid!"
"You're lying!" shouted my attorney. "You were after the evidence! Who put youup to this - the manager?"
"I work for the hotel," she said. "All I do is clean up the rooms."
I turned to my attorney. "This means they know what we have," I said. "So they sent this poor old woman up here to steal it."
"No!" she yelled. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Bullshit!" said my attorney. "You're just as much a part of it as they are."
"Part of what?"
"The dope ring," I said. "You must know what's going on in this hotel. Why do you think we're here?"
She stared at us, trying to speak but only blubbering. "I know you're cops," she said finally. "But I thought you were just here for that convention. I swear! All I wanted to do was clean up your room. I don't know anything about dope!"
My attorsey laughed. "Come on, baby. Don't try to tell us you never heard of the Grange Gorman.”
“No!" she yelled. "No! I swear to Jesus I never heard of that stuff!"
My attorney seemed to think for a moment, then he leaned to help the old lady to her feet. "Maybe she's telling the he said to me. "Maybe she's not part of it."
“No! I swear I'm not!" she howled.
“Well…" I said. "In that case, maybe we won't have to put her away… maybe she can
help.
I was out of bed in a flash, grabbing my wallet and waving the gold Policemen's Benevolent Assn. press badge in front of her face."You're under arrest!" I shouted.
"No!" she groaned. "I just wanted to clean up!"
My attorney got to his feet, breathing heavily. "She must have used a pass key," he said. "I was polishing my shoes in the closet when I noticed her sneaking in-so I took her." He was trembling, drooling vomit off his chin, and I could see at a glance that he understood the gravity of this situation. Our behavior, this time, had gone far past the boundaries of private kinkiness. Here we were, both naked, staring down at a terrified old woman - a hotel employee - stretched out on the floor of our suite in a paroxysm of fear and hysteria. She would have to be dealt with.
"What made you do it?" I asked her. "Who paid you off?"
"Nobody!" she wailed. "I'm the maid!"
"You're lying!" shouted my attorney. "You were after the evidence! Who put youup to this - the manager?"
"I work for the hotel," she said. "All I do is clean up the rooms."
I turned to my attorney. "This means they know what we have," I said. "So they sent this poor old woman up here to steal it."
"No!" she yelled. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Bullshit!" said my attorney. "You're just as much a part of it as they are."
"Part of what?"
"The dope ring," I said. "You must know what's going on in this hotel. Why do you think we're here?"
She stared at us, trying to speak but only blubbering. "I know you're cops," she said finally. "But I thought you were just here for that convention. I swear! All I wanted to do was clean up your room. I don't know anything about dope!"
My attorsey laughed. "Come on, baby. Don't try to tell us you never heard of the Grange Gorman.”
“No!" she yelled. "No! I swear to Jesus I never heard of that stuff!"
My attorney seemed to think for a moment, then he leaned to help the old lady to her feet. "Maybe she's telling the he said to me. "Maybe she's not part of it."
“No! I swear I'm not!" she howled.
“Well…" I said. "In that case, maybe we won't have to put her away… maybe she can
help.