Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Herangagainand,hearinganoiseinside,struckaboredpose,onehandholdingupthepizzaboxandtheotheronhishipnearhisgun.

           Fromhispositionbehindthehouse,BoxerbaumsawayoungmansittinginabrowneasychairinfrontofalargecolorTVset.Totheleftofthefrontdoor,hesawaredchair.AnL-shapedlivingroom/diningroom.Nooneelseinview.TheTVwatchergotupfromthechairandwenttoanswerthefrontdoorbell.

           WhenCraigrangthedoorbellagain,hesawsomeonepeerathimthroughtheglasspanelbesidethedoor.Thedooropenedandahandsomeyoungmanstaredathim.

           "Igotyourpizza."

           "Ididn’tordernopizza."

           CraigtriedtolookpasthimintotheapartmentandcouldseeBoxerbaumthroughtheopendrapesattherearglassdoors.

           "It’stheaddressIgot.ForWilliamMilligan.Thatyourname?"

           "No."

           "Somebodyfromherephonedtheorder,"Craigsaid."Whoareyou?"

           "Thisismyfriend’sapartment."

           "Where’syourfriend?"

           "Heain’thererightnow."Hespokeinadull,haltingvoice.

           "Weil,whereishe?Somebodyorderedthispizza.BillMilligan.Thisaddress."

           "Idon’tknow.Thepeoplenextdoorknowhim.Maybetheycantellya,ormaybetheyorderedit.