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The Colorado Kid :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 1 из 81Аннотация: Stephen King is the undisputed master of horror; but The Colorado Kid is a dramatic departure for the iconic author of innumerable bloodcurdling classics like The Shining, Carrie, Cujo, and Pet Sematary. A pulpstyle mystery about two salty newspapermen and their investigation into the unresolved death of a man found on an island off the coast of Maine, The Colorado Kid will have readers speculating until the very last page — and long afterward.
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Stephen King
The Colorado Kid
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After deciding he would get nothing of interest from the two old men who comprised the entire staff ofThe Weekly Islander, the feature writer from the BostonGlobe took a look at his watch, remarked that he could just make the onethirty ferry back to the mainland if he hurried, thanked them for their time, dropped some money on the tablecloth, weighted it down with the salt shaker so the stiffish onshore breeze wouldn’t blow it away, and hurried down the stone steps from The Grey Gull’s patio dining area toward Bay Street and the little town below. Other than a few cursory gleeps at her breasts, he hardly noticed the young woman sitting between the two old men at all.
Once theGlobe writer was gone, Vince Teague reached across the table and removed the bills—two fifties—from beneath the salt shaker. He tucked them into a flap pocket of his old but serviceable tweed jacket with a look of unmistakable satisfaction.
“What are youdoing?” Stephanie McCann asked, knowing how much Vince enjoyed shocking what he called “her young bones” (how much they both did, really), but in this instance not able to keep the shock out of her voice.
“What does it look like?” Vince looked more satisfied than ever. With the money gone he smoothed down the flap over the pocket and took the last bite of his lobster roll. Then he patted his mouth with his paper napkin and deftly caught the departedGlobe writer’s plastic lobster bib when another, fresher gust of saltscented breeze tried to carry it away. His hand was almost grotesquely gnarled with arthritis, but mighty quick for all that.
“It looks like you just took the money Mr. Hanratty left to pay for our lunch,” Stephanie said.
“Ayuh, good eye there, Steff,” Vince agreed, and winked one of his own at the other man sitting at the table. This was Dave Bowie, who looked roughly Vince Teague’s age but was in fact twentyfive years younger.
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Stephen King
The Colorado Kid
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After deciding he would get nothing of interest from the two old men who comprised the entire staff ofThe Weekly Islander, the feature writer from the BostonGlobe took a look at his watch, remarked that he could just make the onethirty ferry back to the mainland if he hurried, thanked them for their time, dropped some money on the tablecloth, weighted it down with the salt shaker so the stiffish onshore breeze wouldn’t blow it away, and hurried down the stone steps from The Grey Gull’s patio dining area toward Bay Street and the little town below. Other than a few cursory gleeps at her breasts, he hardly noticed the young woman sitting between the two old men at all.
Once theGlobe writer was gone, Vince Teague reached across the table and removed the bills—two fifties—from beneath the salt shaker. He tucked them into a flap pocket of his old but serviceable tweed jacket with a look of unmistakable satisfaction.
“What are youdoing?” Stephanie McCann asked, knowing how much Vince enjoyed shocking what he called “her young bones” (how much they both did, really), but in this instance not able to keep the shock out of her voice.
“What does it look like?” Vince looked more satisfied than ever. With the money gone he smoothed down the flap over the pocket and took the last bite of his lobster roll. Then he patted his mouth with his paper napkin and deftly caught the departedGlobe writer’s plastic lobster bib when another, fresher gust of saltscented breeze tried to carry it away. His hand was almost grotesquely gnarled with arthritis, but mighty quick for all that.
“It looks like you just took the money Mr. Hanratty left to pay for our lunch,” Stephanie said.
“Ayuh, good eye there, Steff,” Vince agreed, and winked one of his own at the other man sitting at the table. This was Dave Bowie, who looked roughly Vince Teague’s age but was in fact twentyfive years younger.