Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "He’smoved,to5673OldLivingstonAvenue,inReynoldsburg,"Boxerbaumannounced."Tenminutesawaybycar.Ontheeastside.Now,thatmakesmoresense."

           Everyonelookedrelieved.Atnineo’clockBoxerbaum,Kleberg,Miller,BessellandfourofficersfromtheColumbusSWATteamsetoutinthreecarsattwentymilesanhouronthefreeway,theirheadlightsbouncingbackoffthedensestfoganyofthemhadeverseen.

           TheSWATteamgottherefirst.Whatshouldhavebeenafifteen-minutedrivehadtakenanhour,andthenittookanotherfifteenminutestofindtherightaddressinthewinding,newlylaid-outstreetoftheChanningwayapartmentcomplex.Whiletheywaitedfortheotherstoarrive,theSWATofficersspoketosomeoftheneighbors.TherewerelightsonintheMilliganapartment.

           Whenthedetectivesanduniversityofficersarrived,theyalltookpositions.NikkiMillerhidoutofsightontheright-handsideofthepatio.Bessellwentaroundthecomerofthebuilding.TheremainingthreeSWATofficerstookuppositionsontheotherside.BoxerbaumandKlebergranaroundbackandmoveduptothedoubleslidingglassdoors.

           CraigtookthedummyDominospizzaboxoutofthetrunkofhiscarandscrawledonit,"Milligan—5673OldLivingston,"withablackmarkingpen.Hepulledhisshirttailoutofhisjeanstocoverhisrevolverandwalkedcasuallytooneofthefourdoorsfacingthepatio.Herangthebell.Noanswer.