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Death Smells of Cordite. Gordon Landsborough
Читать онлайн.Название Death Smells of Cordite
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isbn 9781479409556
Автор произведения Gordon Landsborough
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Издательство Ingram
Then she told him they were being followed. She said it as though it was a shock to her.
Farran took a quick look along the sidewalk, but he didn’t see any tail or anyone who looked as though he could be tailing them. So he said so.
The girl said, “You’re not looking in the right places. No good tail ever walks behind you—only in movies. He’s always across the road from you. Look.”
She pointed to where a big guy with too much in his pants-seat was suddenly being interested in a ladies’ underwear display. A really big guy, who would have looked more at home staring at fight bills or a horseracing programme.
Farran helped her into his car and started up. “Why’s he tailing us?” He was an aircraft manufacturer, not a ’tec, and he didn’t know any of the answers. The girl didn’t know many, either.
She shrugged. Both were sneaking glances across the road out of their eye corners. As Farran pulled out, they saw the big guy whistle in a cab and come after them.
Farran went down towards the harbour, then turned south. If it came to a chase, he didn’t think that cab was going to hold him for long, not with this half-million bucks’ worth of metal beneath him.
But Farran wasn’t the kind to run away without knowing why he was doing it. He let the cab keep close behind until they came to a flower-ornamented roundabout in the suburbs. Then he gave it the gun and went round the circle at a dizzy speed. The taxi tried gallantly for a second, then fell rapidly behind. A quarter of a minute later and Farran was tailing the cab.
It gave the show away. Their tail knew now he had been spotted, but for a full half minute he didn’t know what to do, so the cab went on chasing madly round the roundabout with Farran hooting derisively ten yards in the rear. Finally the tail must have told the cabbie to pull out on to the Farranville road, and it cut across the thin traffic stream that hadn’t appreciated all this manoeuvring and crawled away.
Farran drove it into the side of the road and made it stop. The girl grabbed him as he started to climb out. “What are you going to do?”
“Bust his flat pan for him,” snarled Farran. “I don’t like being followed—not by apes like that.”
But she clung to him and her voice was urgent, “Be careful—don’t you see, this might be someone who shot Joe!”
That thought hadn’t occurred to him. He just wasn’t built for detective work, he decided.
He said, “Yeah, it’s an idea. But bustin’ up his face could still go into the programme.”
The big ape was taking the cab to bits in an effort to come quickly through the door. Farran was there right in front of him when he came out.
“I’m going to pretty up your profile unless you have a sound reason for tailing me,” Farran began, and his fist was hard back ready to start travelling.
The big ape looked at him from eyes that had been punched back a couple of inches into his thick skull. He mouthed, “I’m too big a boy ter start fightin’ with strangers,” and he pulled a gun on Farran.
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