Американские боги
Chapter 8
Thecop,whowasblack,gotoutofthecar,leavinghiscolleagueinthedriver’sseat,andwalkedShadowbacktoaDumpster.MadSweeneywassittinginthesnowbesidetheDumpster.Therewasanemptygreenbottleinhislap,adustingofsnowandiceonhisfaceandbaseballcapandshoulders.Hedidn’tblink.
"Deadwino,"saidthecop.
"Lookslikeit,"saidShadow.
"Don’ttouchanythingyet,"saidthecop."Medicalexaminershouldbehereanytimenow.Youaskme,theguydrankhimselfintoastuporandfrozehisass."
"Yes,"agreedShadow."That’scertainlywhatitlookslike."
HesquatteddownandlookedatthebottleinMadSweeney’slap.JamesonIrishwhiskey:atwenty-dollarticketoutofthisplace.AsmallgreenNissanpulledup,andaharassedmiddle-agedmanwithsandyhairandasandymoustachegotout,walkedover.Hetouchedthecorpse’sneck.Hekicksthecorpse,thoughtShadow,andifitdoesn’tkickhimback…
"He’sdead,"saidthemedicalexaminer."AnyID?"
"He’saJohnDoe,"saidthecop.
ThemedicalexaminerlookedatShadow."YouworkingforJacquelandIbis?"heasked.
"Yes,"saidShadow.
"TellJacqueltogetdentalsandprintsforIDandidentityphotos.Wedon’tneedapost.Heshouldjustdrawbloodfortoxicology.
