Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Getdownouttathere,Milligan!"theofficershouted."Yougoddamnedsonofabitchin’rapist.Whatdoyouthinkisgoingonhere?"

           TheblackmantowhomMilliganhadbeenmanacledsaid,"Ididn’thavenothin’todowithit.IswearstoGodhejustflipped’emoff."

           Thejaildoorhissedopen,andthesixprisonerswereherdedintothepassagewaybetweentheouterdoorandthebarredarea.Throughthebarstheycouldseethecontrolcenter—TVmonitors,computerterminalsanddozensofofficers,menandwomeningraytrousersorskirtsandblackshirts.Whentheouterdoorclosedbehindthem,theinnerbarredgateopenedandtheywereledinside.

           Thelobbywasfilledwithblackshirtsmovingaroundandthesoundofcomputerterminaltypewriters.Attheentranceway,awomanofficerheldupamanilaenvelope."Valuables,"shesaid."Rings,watches,jewelry,wallet."WhenMilliganemptiedhispockets,shetookhisjacket,searchingtheliningbeforeturningitovertothepropertyroomofficer.

           Hewasfriskedagain,morecarefully,bytheyoungofficer,andthenputintoaholdingcellwiththeotherprisoners,waitingtobeslatedandbooked.Eyespeeredthroughthesmallsquarewindow.TheblackmannudgedMilliganandsaid,"Ahguessyouisthefamousone.Yougotouttathemcuffs.Nowletsseey’allgetusouttahere."

           Milliganlookedathimblankly.