Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Thetallguywiththepittedfaceleanedoverandlookedathim.Theman’stightjacketshowedabulgeunderhisleft,armpit."YouMilligan?"

           Kevinnodded.

           "Mr.Foleywantstotalktoyou."

           Kevinslidoutfrombehindthewheel.Whenheturned,hesawthatFoleyhadgottenoutofthebackseatoftheMercedesandwasleaningagainstthedoor.Helookednoolderthanhimself,eighteenorso.Hisblondhaircamedowntohisshouldersandblendedintoacamels-haircoatandamatchingmuffler,knottedatthethroat.

           Kevinstartedtowardhimbutsuddenlyfoundhimselfspunaroundandbracedagainsthisowncar.Thetallmanheldanautomaticathishead,whilethebeardedonereachedtofriskhim.ThenKevinwasgone...

           Ragencaughtthebeardedmanshand,spunhimandflippedhimatthetallonewiththegun.Hejumpedtheman,wrestedthegunfromhisgripandheldhimasashieldashepointedthegunatFoley,whohadbeenwatchingfromtheMercedes.

           "Itisnotgoodtomove,"hesaidcalmly."Iputthreebulletsbetveeneyesbeforeyoutakestep."

           Foleyputhishandsup.

           "You,"Ragensaidtothebeardedman."Takegunfromunderjacketvittwofingersandputitonground."

           "Dowhathesays,"Foleyordered.

           Whenthemanmovedslowly,Ragensaid,"Doitnoworyouvillbesmilingoutofyoursleeve.