Agent Ren Bryce Thriller Series Books 1-3: Blood Runs Cold, Time of Death, Blood Loss. Alex Barclay
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Название: Agent Ren Bryce Thriller Series Books 1-3: Blood Runs Cold, Time of Death, Blood Loss
Автор: Alex Barclay
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Полицейские детективы
isbn: 9780007557523
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Shannon Barger opened the door a fraction. Direct sunlight did nothing for her; she was a forty-five-year-old mess.
‘Hello,’ said Ren. ‘Is your father in?’
Shannon hung from the door in her low-riding track pants with her bare, bony hip out. Her thin auburn hair was tied with a brown elastic band on top of her head. She opened the door wider without saying a word and walked away.
Weirdo.
Ren knocked on Charlie Barger’s door. He took his time to open.
‘Hello, I’m Ren Bryce. You helped me with my altitude sickness.’ She smiled.
‘Oh, yes … you’re with the FBI. Mike Delaney … yes. I remember.’
‘You may be able to help me out. I’m doing some research on a case and I came across your house,’ she said. ‘Actually, I came across the Cheapshot Inn.’ She smiled.
Barger looked slightly bewildered. ‘Yes,’ he said, smiling. ‘Come in, let me make us some coffee.’
‘That would be great, thank you.’
Barger walked ahead of her down the dark hallway, his footsteps silent in sheepskin slippers. Ren’s heels sank into the carpet. She wondered if she was ruining it. But Barger’s wool cardigan and jeans, expensive but worn, reminded her everything in the house was fading.
‘I saw that photo in the Welcome Center, the people standing outside here,’ said Ren. ‘The name is great – cheap shot. That’s what a lot of young people come here for, right? Spend all their money on ski passes, come off the mountains looking for cheap alcohol.’ She smiled.
Barger stood at the kitchen sink, filling the bright red kettle. ‘I’m afraid I’ve only got coffee to give you,’ he said.
‘Well, I’m not a young person, so that’s fine.’
He turned around. ‘I reckon you’re about half my age – which makes you very young to me.’
She laughed. ‘I wanted to ask you about this guy –’ She placed the photo of Mark Wilson on the table.
‘Well, I know who he is. That guy disappeared last year. As a matter of fact, it was only on the news there a little while back.’
‘That’s him,’ said Ren. ‘I wanted to know … he stayed here for the month that he was in Breckenridge.’
He smiled sadly. ‘That’s the thing. I’ve already been through the investigation first time round.’
‘Oh, I’m not investigating it. I’m just taking a look at a few things. I had no idea this place used to be an inn.’
‘Yes. My father was a … generous man. He set this up many years ago. I used to work here on my vacations from college. Then, when he died, it was passed on to me, and when my daughter Shannon got older, she helped take care of it.’
Not very well, obviously.
‘Your father sounds like a good man.’
‘He was. He was. A champion skier, a 10th Mountain veteran, a developer, a humanitarian.’
A hard act to follow.
Ren drove to Main Street and parked across the street from the Gold Pan. She arrived just as Salem Swade was getting up to leave.
‘Hey, Salem,’ said Ren.
‘Hello,’ said Salem.
‘How do you think Misty would feel about me taking her for a little walk?’ said Ren.
Salem glanced down at Misty. ‘It might be how I feel about you taking Misty for a walk. I doubt she’d have much of a problem. Isn’t that right, girl?’
Misty gave him a lazy, loving look. He rubbed her head.
‘OK, then,’ he said to Ren. ‘Where are you going to take her?’
‘Well, how about I drop you off at the Filly. I’ll take her from there and drop her back to you.’
‘You have to take very good care of her. That’s all.’
‘I can promise you that,’ said Ren.
* * *
Ren left Salem at the Brockton Filly. Misty sat on the back seat of the Jeep as Ren drove a short distance down the road. She pulled into a rest-stop and parked. When she opened the back door, Misty threw herself at her.
‘Hey,’ said Ren, ‘you can’t fool me. I know this is not your first time going for a walk.’ She laughed. She secured Misty’s leash and they walked for twenty minutes and back again along a winding cycle path that ran in and out of the trees alongside the highway. Few cars and no people passed them by. They got on well. But Salem was very happy to have Misty back.
As Ren was walking, she thought about Caroline Quaintance, Jean Transom’s friend from the animal shelter. There was something about her she couldn’t put her finger on. Tonight, she decided to put herself through some torture to find out more.
Ren could never get the balance right between the clothes she wore, the outside temperature and the heating in the car. Sub-zero surveillance: compared to the same temperature the evening before, the roads would feel icier, the snow heavier, the seats of the car, harder. And there was something about it all that felt pointless. It is harder to blend into the darkness when your exhaust is pumping white fumes into the air. But at least she had heating; half-way down the block behind her, Todd Austerval was sitting in a car with none. He was dressed in a massive black Puffa jacket that made it look as if his airbag had blown.
Ren circled the block, saw nothing and pulled back into her original position. She radioed Todd.
‘Hey – let’s swap cars.’
Silence.
‘I’m serious,’ said Ren. ‘This isn’t fair – you freezing your butt off.’
‘Are you for real?’ said Todd.
‘Yes. I’ll walk back to you now.’
‘No way,’ said Todd. ‘I can’t let you do that.’
‘Is it because I’m such a lady?’ said Ren.
Todd snorted.
‘Laughing a little too hard,’ said Ren. ‘Come on, just let me do this.’
‘Look,’ said Todd, ‘we’ve been here three hours and seen nothing. Stay where you are; another ten minutes and we’ll both go.’
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