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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 31 из 285I put extra ammo in both bags for temporary keeping. Heck, I shoved extra ammo in the suitcase, too. You could never have too much.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The gun was pretty obvious against the bright blue of the shirt. I finally put a black jacket over it, what they call a boyfriend's jacket, because it's sort of big through the shoulders and body. The sleeves rolled back to expose the silky lining. I liked the jacket, and with one button fastened, it hid the Firestar, though not completely. You'd still catch glimpses of it when I moved, but maybe people wouldn't run screaming.
I felt naked without the Browning, which was kind of funny, considering I had an Uzi in my suitcase. But hey, I slept with the Browning.
Richard never said a word about the two shotguns. Maybe he would have complained about the rest if he'd seen them, but he picked up one suitcase, put one gym bag over his shoulder, one shotgun carrying case on the same shoulder, and let me pick up my share.
"Can you carry both suitcases?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I'm shocked you asked. The last time I tried to carry something unasked, you nearly handed me my head in a basket."
"I want one hand free for my gun."
"Ah," he said, "of course." He took the other suitcase without another word. He really is a very wise man.
Mrs. Pringle stepped out of her door as we were leaving. She had Custard in her arms. He growled briefly at Richard, and she hushed him. "I thought I heard you out here. Are you all right, Anita?"
I glanced at the hole by her door. "I'm fine. How 'bout you?"
She hugged Custard, raising his tiny furry body near her face. "I'll be all right. Are you going to be charged?"
"It doesn't look like it."
"Good." She glanced at the suitcases. One for clothes, one for weapons. "Where are you going?"
"I think I'm a little too dangerous to be around right now."
She searched my face like she was trying to read my mind. "How bad is this mess, Anita?"
"Bad enough," I said.
She gently touched my hair, "You be very careful out there."
I smiled. "Always. You take care of yourself, too."
"Custard and I will take care of each other."
I petted Custard, rubbing his little fox ears. "I owe you a box of doggie treats, furball." He licked my hand with a tiny, pink tongue.
"When you can, give me your new phone number," she said.
"When I can, I'll come back."
She smiled, but her pale eyes stayed worried.
We left because we had to. My imagination has always been too good for my own peace of mind.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The gun was pretty obvious against the bright blue of the shirt. I finally put a black jacket over it, what they call a boyfriend's jacket, because it's sort of big through the shoulders and body. The sleeves rolled back to expose the silky lining. I liked the jacket, and with one button fastened, it hid the Firestar, though not completely. You'd still catch glimpses of it when I moved, but maybe people wouldn't run screaming.
I felt naked without the Browning, which was kind of funny, considering I had an Uzi in my suitcase. But hey, I slept with the Browning.
Richard never said a word about the two shotguns. Maybe he would have complained about the rest if he'd seen them, but he picked up one suitcase, put one gym bag over his shoulder, one shotgun carrying case on the same shoulder, and let me pick up my share.
"Can you carry both suitcases?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I'm shocked you asked. The last time I tried to carry something unasked, you nearly handed me my head in a basket."
"I want one hand free for my gun."
"Ah," he said, "of course." He took the other suitcase without another word. He really is a very wise man.
Mrs. Pringle stepped out of her door as we were leaving. She had Custard in her arms. He growled briefly at Richard, and she hushed him. "I thought I heard you out here. Are you all right, Anita?"
I glanced at the hole by her door. "I'm fine. How 'bout you?"
She hugged Custard, raising his tiny furry body near her face. "I'll be all right. Are you going to be charged?"
"It doesn't look like it."
"Good." She glanced at the suitcases. One for clothes, one for weapons. "Where are you going?"
"I think I'm a little too dangerous to be around right now."
She searched my face like she was trying to read my mind. "How bad is this mess, Anita?"
"Bad enough," I said.
She gently touched my hair, "You be very careful out there."
I smiled. "Always. You take care of yourself, too."
"Custard and I will take care of each other."
I petted Custard, rubbing his little fox ears. "I owe you a box of doggie treats, furball." He licked my hand with a tiny, pink tongue.
"When you can, give me your new phone number," she said.
"When I can, I'll come back."
She smiled, but her pale eyes stayed worried.
We left because we had to. My imagination has always been too good for my own peace of mind.