Mr Landen Has No Brain. Stephen Walker

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СКАЧАТЬ there are more important qualities in a husband than a …’ she imagined being on its receiving end, ‘… knob.’

      ‘I can’t think of one.’

      ‘What about personality?’ She tried to prise her gaze from it.

      ‘All men have a personality. It’s their personalities that’re the problem.’

      ‘But your husband should be your best friend.’ She tried to prise her gaze from it.

      ‘No. Your best friend should be your best friend. A husband’s job is to satisfy his woman whenever and however she demands it.’

      ‘And he does?’

      ‘What do you think?’

      ‘Jesus.’ Almost feeling sorry for him, and almost afraid to touch it, she slipped the photo back into the wallet. She closed the wallet and put it back in the jacket pocket. Fingers still trembling from the sight of him she took the roll of tape from the mattress where she’d left it. ‘Anyway, I’m not binding you to the bed for kinky purposes.’

      ‘Then why are you doing it?’

      ‘For your safety.’

      ‘My safety?’

      ‘Look at me.’

      Teena looked at her.

      ‘What do I look like?’

      Teena looked non-plussed.

      ‘I’m an entertainer’s assistant. That’s what I’ve always been.’

      Teena studied her bindings. She clenched a fist and flexed an arm to test the tape’s strength but no way was she was getting free. ‘So this is some sort of magic trick?’

      ‘My last job in entertainment was six months ago. Know what I was?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Assistant to Magic Keith, He Can Outrun Bullets.’

      Teena frowned. ‘Magic Keith?’

      ‘I had to wear the assistant’s costume; you know, with the ostrich feathers and sequins. I looked a total prat.’

      ‘Your boss could outrun bullets?’

      ‘No. But I didn’t discover that till I pulled the trigger.’

      ‘You shot him?’

      ‘In the back, point blank. The bullet went clean through and lodged in a stage hand.’

      ‘You killed them both?’ People always used that mortified tone when they said that.

      Sally said, ‘The police were very understanding. They accepted it was an accident.’

      ‘And it didn’t occur to you that this Keith couldn’t outrun bullets?’

      ‘Of course it did. All the time were were rehearsing – without bullets – I kept saying, “Magic,” he liked to be called Magic. “Are you sure you can outrun bullets?” He’d give a knowing wink, tap the side of his nose and say, “There’s a knack.”

      ‘What possible knack can there be to “outrunning” bullets?’

      ‘Acceleration. Jesse Owens could outrun horses over a hundred feet because humans accelerate faster than horses. Keith reckoned it was the same with bullets. That doesn’t make sense does it? Bullets are launched by an explosion, and horses aren’t. But I figured he was the boss, he must know what he’s doing.’

      ‘And?’

      ‘Three days later we buried him.’ Roll of tape in hand she descended the ladder then unhooked it from the top bunk’s safety rail. She carried it round to the foot of the bed and hooked it onto the rail there. ‘It was the same with Madam Tallulah.’ After rattling it to check it was safe, she climbed the ladder until level with Teena’s bare feet. She resisted the urge to tickle them while she was helpless.

      ‘Madam Tallulah?’ Teena asked.

      ‘The World’s Greatest Escapologist. Except she wasn’t. She was just some idiot. She told me to weld her into an iron casket then tip it in the river. Again the police were understanding but this is a small town, word gets round. Now no decent employer will touch me.’

      ‘Have you considered leaving town?’

      ‘You don’t watch ITV?’

      ‘Never.’

      ‘Then you didn’t see When Gun Stunts Turn Bad.’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Or When Escapology Turns Bad.’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Or The World’s Worst Welding Incidents.’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Or When Hang Gliders Collide.’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Or When Big Things Fall On Small Entertainers.’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Or When–’

      ‘All right, Sally. I get the idea.’

      She wrapped tape around Teena’s ankle and pressed it against the safety rail. She bound one to the other. ‘Every job I do, someone ends up dead. And those shows make sure everyone knows it. But I’ll prove them all wrong. I can go two weeks without killing anyone. I know I can. That’s why I’m strapping you to the bed; you might roll over in your sleep and fall to your death.’

      ‘From a bunk bed?’

      ‘You might land on your head.’

      ‘With safety rails in the way?’

      ‘You might roll over them.’

      ‘Isn’t that unlikely?’

      ‘You can’t be too safe.’ She bit off more tape and bound Teena’s other ankle. ‘Rest assured that while you’re staying here I’ll be doing all I can to keep you alive.’

      ‘Sally?’

      ‘Yeah?’

      ‘Have you ever seen the movie Misery?’

      ‘Oh my God, that terrible woman. Can you imagine what it must be like to be trapped in a place with someone like her?

      ‘And what’s this?’ Last thing that night, Archie Drizzle the Dullness Inspector paid Safe Joe Safe’s Caravan Park a surprise visit. He stood in the offices’ bedroom, a middle-aged man with a brown suit, a Bobby Charlton comb-over and a Gladstone bag СКАЧАТЬ