Американские боги
Chapter 8
Heheardthewindowhumclosed,butthecarremainedwhereitwas.
Shadowwalked.MadSweeneywalked,andsometimeshestaggered.TheypassedasignsayingFUTURECITY.ShadowimaginedacityofspiresandFrankR.Paultowers,allgleamingingentleprimarycolors,bubble-domedair-carsflittingfromtowertotowerlikeglitteringhoverflies.ThatwasFutureCityandsomehowShadowdidn’tthinkitwasevergoingtobebuiltinCairo.
Thepolicecarcruisedpastthemslowly,thenturned,andwentbackintothecity,acceleratingdownthesnowyroad.
"Now,whydon’tyoutellmewhat’stroublingyou,"saidShadow.
"Ididitlikehesaid.Ididitalllikehesaid,butIgaveyouthewrongcoin.Itwasn’tmeanttobethatcoin.That’sforroyalty.Yousee?Ishouldn’tevenhavebeenabletotakeit.That’sthecoinyou’dgivetotheKingofAmericahimself.Notsomepissantbastardlikeyouorme.AndnowI’minbigtrouble.Justgivemethecoinback,man.You’llneverseemeagain,ifyoudo,IsweartofuckenBran,okay?IswearbytheyearsIspentinthefuckentrees."
"Youdiditlikewhosaid,Sweeney?"
"Grimnir.ThedudeyoucallWednesday.Youknowwhoheis?Whohereallyis?"
"Yeah.Iguess."
TherewasapanickedlookintheIrishman’scrazyblueeyes."Itwasnothingbad.Nothingyoucan—nothingbad.Hejusttoldmetobethereatthatbarandtopickafightwithyou.
