Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Theowner,aboutsixty,withthickglassesandwhitehair,deniedsilkscreeningthebumperstickersfortheCommunistparty."ItwasorderedbyaprinterinnorthColumbus,"hesaid.

           Ragenslammedhisfistonthecounter."Giveaddress."Themanpausednervously."Doyouhavesomeidentification?"

           "No!"Ragensaid.

           "HowdoIknowyou’renotfromtheFBI?"

           Ragengrabbedhimbytheshirtfrontandpulledhimclose."Oldman,Ivantknowvereyousendthesebumperstickers.""Why?"

           Ragenpulledouthisgun."IamlookingformypeopleandIcannotfindthem.Givemeinformationorlookfortheholeinyourbody."

           Themanpeerednervouslyoverhisglassses."Allright."Hepickedupapencilandwrotedownanaddress.

           "Ivanttoseerecordtobesure,"Ragensaid.

           Themanpointedtotheorderbookonthedesk."Therecordsareoverthere,but—but—"

           "Iknow,"Ragensaid."Addressofcommunistcustomerisnotinthere."Hepointedthegunathimagain."Openyoursafe."

           "Areyouholdingmeup?"

           "Ivantonlycorrectinformation."

           Themanopenedthesafe,pulledoutasheetofpaperandlaiditonthecounter.Ragencheckedit.Satisfiedthathehadtherightaddress,Ragenjerkedthephonecordoutofthewall.