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Black Fly Season. Giles Blunt
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isbn 9780007372836
Автор произведения Giles Blunt
Жанр Приключения: прочее
Издательство HarperCollins
Blaine moved down the bar a little and stacked some glasses.
‘You seem nice.’
Blaine laughed. The redhead looked to be in her mid-twenties, still with a lot of freckles. She had the thickest, curliest hair he had ever seen. Didn’t take care of herself any too well, though. Like Blaine, she had a lot of black fly bites, and there were bits of leaves stuck in her hair.
‘What’s your name?’ she said.
‘Blaine.’
‘Blaine? That’s a nice name.’
‘If you say so. What’s yours?’
‘I don’t actually know. Isn’t that amazing?’
Blaine felt an odd turning sensation in his stomach. The girl didn’t look high; her manner was calm and pleasant. She slid off the stool, now, and went over to Regis and his baseball-cap buddies.
‘You guys look nice.’
‘Well, hey there,’ Regis said. ‘You don’t look too bad yourself. Can we buy you a drink?’
‘No, that’s okay. I’m not thirsty.’
‘Barkeep! A Molson’s for the young lady, here.’
‘Can’t do that,’ Blaine said. ‘She said she didn’t want one.’
‘Thanks a lot, Blaine. I love you too.’ Regis reached over the bar and grabbed one of the glasses drying on the rack. He poured beer into it and handed it to the redhead.
‘Thank you. You’re very nice.’ She took a sip and made a face.
Blaine brought her glass of water down the bar and set it in front of her.
‘Oh, thanks. That’s nice of you.’
Nice, nice, everything’s nice. Honey, have you got a lot to learn.
‘I’m Regis. This is Bob, and that’s Tony. What’s your name?’
‘I don’t know it at the moment.’
They laughed.
‘That’s fine,’ Regis said. ‘You don’t have to tell us.’
‘We’ll just call you Red,’ the one called Tony said.
‘We’ll just call you Anonymous,’ the one called Bob said.
‘Anonymous Sex,’ Regis said, and they all laughed. ‘Like Tyrannosaurus Rex.’
He fingered her denim jacket.
‘This is cute.’
‘Yes, I like it.’
The one called Tony put his arm round her shoulder and ran a hand through her hair. He pulled out a piece of leaf.
‘Man, you have got the most amazing hair I’ve ever seen. Leafy, but amazing.’
‘You guys are so friendly.’
‘You’re pretty friendly yourself,’ Regis said. ‘Got some nasty bites on you, but I can fix that.’ He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
The girl smiled and rubbed her face.
Blaine moved closer.
‘Miss, don’t you think it’s time you went home?’
‘Hey, mind your own business, Blaine.’ Regis smacked the bar, upsetting a dish of peanuts. ‘She’s not drunk, she’s just having a good time.’
‘No, you’re having a good time. She doesn’t know what kind of time she’s having.’
The girl smiled, not looking at either of them.
‘Two Creemores, three Blue, one Export!’
Blaine moved down the bar to take care of Darla. When he came back, the redhead was on Regis’ lap.
‘Honey, I think we’re going to have to go for a ride,’ Regis said.
‘You guys are funny.’
Bob was feeling her hair now. ‘I think you should come for a ride with us,’ he said. ‘Get to know us better.’
Regis’ hand crept up her denim jacket. The girl smiled and started humming something. Regis’ hand went inside the jacket.
‘Leave her alone.’
Regis leaned back from the girl and peered down the bar at Jerry Commanda.
‘What did you say?’
‘I said leave her alone.’
‘Why don’t you mind your own business, Chingachgook?’
Jerry got down off his stool and came round the bar.
‘Do you know your name?’ he said to the girl.
‘Hey, Tonto,’ Regis said. ‘Back off.’
‘Shut up. Do you know your name?’
‘I don’t,’ the girl said. ‘Not at the moment.’
‘Do you know what day it is?’
‘Um, no.’
Regis shifted her down off his lap and stood up. ‘I think you and me have something to discuss outside.’
Jerry ignored him. ‘Do you know where you are?’ he said to the girl.
‘Somebody told me a while ago, but I forget.’
‘Did you hear me?’ Regis said. ‘I can understand why you might not want to go back to your squaw, but that doesn’t give you the right to—’
Jerry didn’t look at him. He just reached into his jacket and pulled out his shield and held it out an inch from the guy’s nose.
‘Oh, hey, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t realize.’
‘Do you have any ID?’ Jerry said to the girl. ‘A wallet? Credit card? Something with your name on it?’
‘No, I don’t have anything like that.’
Regis tapped Jerry on the shoulder, shifting into I’m-the-nicest-guy-in-the-world mode. ‘No hard feelings, okay? Do you think she’s all right? I’m kinda worried about her.’
‘Would you come with me, miss? I want to take you someplace safe.’
The girl shrugged. ‘Okay. Sure.’
Blaine watched Regis follow them to the exit, apologizing the whole way. It was the kind of sight that did a bartender’s heart good.
In the car, Jerry asked where she was from.
‘I don’t know. This is a nice car you have here.’
‘Where have you been staying?’
‘Staying?’
‘Yeah. I’m guessing you’re from out of town. Who are you staying with?’
‘I don’t know. That’s a nice building, is that a school?’
They passed Ecole Secondaire Algonquin and headed uphill. Jerry made a left on McGowan. ‘You have a lot of black fly bites on you. Were you out in the woods?’
‘Is that what these are?’ Her left hand rose absently and rubbed at the red blotches along her hairline. ‘They’re itchy. I have them all over my ankles, too. They kind of hurt.’
‘Were you out in the woods?’
‘Yes. This morning. I woke up there.’
‘You slept outside? Is that why you have leaves in your hair?’
‘Leaves?’ Again, the pale, freckled hand rose to