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The Colorado Kid :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 53 из 81So if they do a feature story on better housing for minorities, they want to be able to say if you do A, B, C, and D, things’ll be better by the year 2030.”
“And if they do a feature story on Unexplained Mysteries,” Dave said, “they want to be able to tell you the Coast Lights were reflections on the clouds, and the Church Picnic Poisonings were probably the work of a jilted Methodist secretary. But trying to deal with this business of the time…”
“Which you happen to have put your finger on,” Vince added with a smile.
“And of course it’s outrageous no matterhow you think of it,” Dave said.
“But I’m willing to be outrageous,” Vince said. “Hell, I looked into the matter, just about dialed the phone off the damn wall, and I guess I have a right to be outrageous.”
“My father used to say you can cut chalk all day, yet it won’t never be cheese,” Dave said, but he was also smiling a little.
“That’s true, but let me whittle a little bit just the same,” Vince said. “Let’s say the elevator doors close at tentwenty, Mountain Time, okay? Let’s also say, just for the sake of argument, that this was all planned out in advance and he had a car standin by with the motor running.”
“All right,” Stephanie said, watching him closely.
“Pure fantasy,” Dave snorted, but he also looked interested.
“It’s farfetched, anyway,” Vince agreed, “but he wasthere at quarter past ten and at Jan’s Wharfside a little more than five hours later. That’s also farfetched, but we know it’s a fact. Now may I continue?”
“Have on, McDuff,” Dave said.
“If he’s got a car all warmed up and waiting for him, maybe he can make it to Stapleton in half an hour. Now he surely didn’t take a commercial flight. He could have paid cash for his ticket and used an alias—that was possible back then—but there were no direct flights from Denver to Bangor. From Denver to anyplace in Maine, actually.”
“You checked.”
“I did. Flying commercial, the best he could have done was arrive in Bangor at 6:45 PM, which was long after that countergirl saw him. In fact at that time of the year that’s after the last ferry of the day leaves for Moosie.”
“Six is the last?” Stephanie asked.
“Yep, right up until midMay,” Dave said.
“So he must have flown charter,” she said.
“And if they do a feature story on Unexplained Mysteries,” Dave said, “they want to be able to tell you the Coast Lights were reflections on the clouds, and the Church Picnic Poisonings were probably the work of a jilted Methodist secretary. But trying to deal with this business of the time…”
“Which you happen to have put your finger on,” Vince added with a smile.
“And of course it’s outrageous no matterhow you think of it,” Dave said.
“But I’m willing to be outrageous,” Vince said. “Hell, I looked into the matter, just about dialed the phone off the damn wall, and I guess I have a right to be outrageous.”
“My father used to say you can cut chalk all day, yet it won’t never be cheese,” Dave said, but he was also smiling a little.
“That’s true, but let me whittle a little bit just the same,” Vince said. “Let’s say the elevator doors close at tentwenty, Mountain Time, okay? Let’s also say, just for the sake of argument, that this was all planned out in advance and he had a car standin by with the motor running.”
“All right,” Stephanie said, watching him closely.
“Pure fantasy,” Dave snorted, but he also looked interested.
“It’s farfetched, anyway,” Vince agreed, “but he wasthere at quarter past ten and at Jan’s Wharfside a little more than five hours later. That’s also farfetched, but we know it’s a fact. Now may I continue?”
“Have on, McDuff,” Dave said.
“If he’s got a car all warmed up and waiting for him, maybe he can make it to Stapleton in half an hour. Now he surely didn’t take a commercial flight. He could have paid cash for his ticket and used an alias—that was possible back then—but there were no direct flights from Denver to Bangor. From Denver to anyplace in Maine, actually.”
“You checked.”
“I did. Flying commercial, the best he could have done was arrive in Bangor at 6:45 PM, which was long after that countergirl saw him. In fact at that time of the year that’s after the last ferry of the day leaves for Moosie.”
“Six is the last?” Stephanie asked.
“Yep, right up until midMay,” Dave said.
“So he must have flown charter,” she said.