Джордж Мартин – Starport (страница 8)

BARS.

EXCUSE ME,

OFFICER, BUT

THERE’S BEEN A

MISTAKE. I’M

A COP.

HELL,

YEAH. ME,

TOO!

YEAH, MAN!

AND I LOST MY

GUN AS WELL. CAN

I HAVE THAT

BACK NOW?

HEHEH...

SCREW

YOU. I’M WITH THE FBI!

MMM-

HMMM.

ALL RIGHT,

GENTLEMEN, SETTLE

DOWN. WE’RE GOING

TO TAKE YOU UP ONE

AT A TIME AND BOOK

YOU. YOU GET ONE

PHONE CALL

APIECE.

LISTEN,

IF I COULD JUST

SEE CAPTAIN SWOBODA

FOR A MINUTE...

YOU FIRST,

PRETTY BOY,

SINCE YOU’RE

SO EAGER.

SO

YOU’RE

A COP,

HUH?

THIS IS NOT

HAPPENING...

HERE HE IS,

LIEUTENANT. HE TRIED

TO USE MANNING’S

HEAD FOR BATTING

PRACTICE.

WHAT’S

ERNIE KVETCHING

ABOUT?

I WHIFFED,

DIDN’T I? TELL

HIM “ALMOST” ONLY

COUNTS IN HORSE-

SHOES AND HAND

GRENADES.

YOU SURE

I CAN’T GIVE HIM

A FEW DINGS, FOR

AUTHENTICITY?

THANK

YOU, SERGEANT

MONDRAGON.

THAT’LL BE

ALL.

AARON, THIS