Текст книги "Death Wish"

Автор книги: Brian Garfield

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Gone. He stood shaking, snapping the reloaded gun together. Think now.

She couldn’t have seen him clearly; he’d never been out in the light. She hadn’t seen his face at all; he was sure of it.

The cartridge cases. He’d dumped them out in his fever to reload—but they would have fingerprints on them; he hadn’t worn gloves to load the gun. He bent and picked them up and had a hard time finding the fifth one but it was there, in a crack below the lip of the sidewalk, and after he had all five in his pocket he had a look at the boy who had come at him with the knife. The boy was seeping blood into the pavement. This one had come close, seen Paul’s face; he had to be dead. Paul shot him in the head.

Even if the other two under the fire escape weren’t dead they hadn’t got a look at him; it was time to get out of here—what if that girl called the police?

He turned away from the dead boy and walked south, emptied by violence.

He had covered half the length of the block when he looked back and saw the cop standing there.

The cop stood under the light in a frozen attitude but it was plain by the lift of his head that he saw Paul. Paul froze: the gun, forgotten, still dangled in his hand. He knew the cop knew what he was. He waited for the cop to speak, waited for the cop to draw his gun. He had no thought of shooting the cop, although he had the gun in his hand; you didn’t shoot cops, that wasn’t the point of it all.

The cop reached up in the light and took his cap off and held it in his right hand. Then slowly the cop turned his back and stood there without moving.

It took a long time for Paul to absorb what the cop meant by that. Finally his heart began to thud heavily and he turned and walked south to the corner. He looked back and the cop still hadn’t moved. He ducked across under the elevated until he had put the barrier wall between himself and the cop, and then he went over to Third Avenue and walked downtown until he found a cruising cab that took him home.

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