Джордж Мартин – Starport (страница 7)

FINE. YOU SPEAK TO THE MAYOR! AND TO THE GOVERNOR.

HELL, YOU

MIGHT AS WELL

SPEAK TO THE

PRESIDENT. MAYBE

SHE’LL BE ABLE

TO HELP

YOU!

STAMM, I

WARNED YOU

ABOUT THAT

CIGAR.

SORRY,

LIEUTENANT.

I MUST NOT HAVE

HEARD...

I DIDN’T

WANT TO

EAVESDROP.

WORD IS

YOU’RE GOING TO

STICK ME WITH A

NEW PARTNER.

DETECTIVE

CHARLES K. BAKER, A

TRANSFER FROM THE

22ND. SEVEN YEARS ON

THE FORCE, JUST GOT

HIS GOLD SHIELD.

C’MON, L.T.,

GIMME A BREAK.

YOU KNOW I DON’T

DO VIRGINS.

STAMM, WHAT

I KNOW IS YOU GO

THROUGH PARTNERS LIKE

A HYPOCHONDRIAC GOES

THROUGH KLEENEX. BAKER

IS SUPPOSED TO BE A

GOOD COP.

YEAH, SO

WHERE THE

HELL IS THIS

PARAGON?

GOOD

POINT. HE’S

LATE.

JUST WHAT

WE NEED–A

DETECTIVE WHO

CAN’T EVEN FIND

HIS OWN DESK.

HEY, MAN,

WHY DON’T YOU

LOCK UP THE FREAKIN’

ALIENS INSTEAD?

YOU OUGHT

TO ARREST THEM

FOR SELLING

THAT CRAP!

EARTH

FIRST, EH?

YOU BOYS

LOOK GOOD

BEHIND