Американские боги
Chapter 5
"Peopleforgetthosethingsonlylastthree,maybefouryears.It’snotliketheycostafortune."
"Tellmeaboutit,"saidShadow.
"Hanginthere,bigguy,"saidthemanager,andhewentbackintothesupermarket.
Thesnowhadturnedthestreetsceneintotheinteriorofasnowglobe,perfectinallitsdetails.
Shadowwatched,impressed.Unabletoheartheconversationsacrossthestreet,hefeltitwaslikewatchingafinesilentmovieperformance,allpantomimeandexpression:theoldsecurityguardwasgruff,earnest—alittlebumblingperhaps,butenormouslywell-meaning.Everyonewhogavehimtheirmoneywalkedawayalittlehappierfromhavingmethim.
Andthenthecopsdrewupoutsidethebank,andShadow’sheartsank.Wednesdaytippedhiscaptothemandambledovertothepolicecar.Hesaidhishellosandshookhandsthroughtheopenwindow,andnodded,thenhuntedthroughhispocketsuntilhefoundabusinesscardandaletter,andpassedthemthroughthewindowofthecar.Thenhesippedhiscoffee.
Thetelephonerang.Shadowpickedupthehandpieceanddidhisbesttosoundbored."A1SecurityServices,"hesaid.
"CanIspeaktoA.Haddock?"askedthecopacrossthestreet.
"ThisisAndyHaddockspeaking,"saidShadow.
"Yeah,Mr.Haddock,thisisthepolice,"saidthecopinthecaracrossthestreet.
