Innocence. Dean Koontz
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Название: Innocence
Автор: Dean Koontz
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
isbn: 9780007518036
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At home in my hammock, when I slept, those fish sometimes swam into sight, mottled and pale, fins wimpling in the gentle currents, smoky presences. On the mirrored water of those dreams, I saw my face reflected darkly. The koi shimmering under my reflection had a place where they belonged in this world. Waking from such a dream, I was always filled with longing, yearning for a home in the light, a garden flowering and fruiting as it ought to be.
Now, at the Kellogg Parkway entrance to the Commons, as we stood under a towering pine, Gwyneth pointed to a house across the street. “That’s one of the places where I live. Come in for coffee.”
Having no friends, I had no experience of such invitations, and I stood speechless for a moment before I could say, “I better not. The night’s nearly gone.”
She said, “There’s almost another hour and a half of darkness.”
“I have to go to the food bank, get supplies before they open.”
“What food bank?”
“St. Sebastian’s.”
“Come up, have breakfast. Go to the food bank tomorrow night.”
“But I’ll be seen going in your place. Too dangerous.”
She said, “No doorman. Nobody’s coming or going at this hour. Quick up the stairs.”
I shook my head. “I shouldn’t. I can’t.”
She pointed to a narrow walkway between her house and the one next door. “Go through there to the alley. At the back, there’s a fire escape.”
“No. I really can’t.”
“You will. Come on.” She ran into the street in the wake of a passing limousine with tinted windows as black as its paint job.
Before other traffic might appear, I sprinted after her. She raced up the front stairs of the house as I followed the passageway that led to the alley.
The fire escape switchbacked up the building, looking as though it ought to ring loudly beneath my feet like the bars of a xylophone struck exuberantly, but my ascent was quieter than pianissimo. A window framed soft light at the second-floor apartment, and the draperies were only half closed. As far as I could see, the room beyond was deserted. I turned onto the next flight of iron treads.
At the fourth floor, Gwyneth had opened the window for me; but she was not waiting. At the farther end of the dark room, beyond an open door, a cut-crystal ceiling fixture brightened a hallway wall with prismatic patterns.
Switching on my flashlight, I noticed words printed in black letters on the white windowsill, but before I could consider them, Gwyneth appeared beyond the open door and said, “Addison. Come to the kitchen.”
By the time I climbed through the window and slid it shut behind me, the girl was gone. I stood in a generously proportioned room as sparsely furnished as a nun’s cell: narrow bed, single nightstand, lamp, digital clock. The place smelled fresh, and I could relate to the minimalism.
Across the hallway lay an equally large room, containing only a desk, an office chair, a computer, a scanner, and two printers.
A lamp turned low illuminated a living room that must have been twice as large as my three underground rooms combined, but the place felt like home because of the books. There was, however, only one armchair, as if her
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