Prayers for the Dead. Faye Kellerman
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Название: Prayers for the Dead
Автор: Faye Kellerman
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Полицейские детективы
isbn: 9780008293550
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The door closed softly. Drew stared at the cops. “You can use the phone in the kitchen.”
Marge said, “You were saying that your wife and Dr. Sparks were very close.”
“Yeah. Yeah, they were.”
“In what way?” Oliver said.
“What way?” He wrinkled his nose. “Are you asking me if they were fooling around? I don’t think so. Liz isn’t the type. She’s like …” He sliced air. “Straight arrow. At least, I think she is. But hell, I don’t read women too well. She could be messin’ with my head and I wouldn’t know it.”
“Are you a straight arrow, sir?” Marge asked.
“Huh?”
Oliver’s smile was oily. “She means do you get around?”
Drew smiled back, but said nothing.
Oliver placed his hand on Drew’s bony shoulder. “I mean she is gone all the time.” He winked. “I know how it is.”
Drew started rocking, gave Oliver a conspiracy grin. “Liz gets pissed at me. But hell, it wasn’t my idea to get married.”
“No, I imagine it wasn’t,” Marge mumbled. Oliver shot her a dirty look. He said, “How’d she talk you into it?”
Drew smiled enigmatically.
“You knocked her up. She gave you an ultimatum.”
“Hey, I didn’t mind. I like Liz. Love the kid. Man, he’s a cute little sucker. You know, I think that’s what gets to her. I’m home a lot with the kid. We’re like real tight. Then she waltzes in on the weekends and the kid doesn’t want to go to her. ’Cause he’s used to me, unnerstan’?”
“I understand,” Oliver said.
“Pisses her off. I keep telling her it’s only because I’m home so much. She shouldn’t worry. Once Henry figures out what a jerk his old man is, he won’t want nothing to do with me. So … I’m enjoying him while I’m still something in his eyes.”
Drew shook his head, smelled his armpits. “I really stink. I’m sorry.”
Oliver smiled. It was sincere. “You weren’t expecting company.”
“No, that’s for sure.”
“Are you a musician?” Marge asked.
“Yeah. Bass player. I’m part of the house band at Smokey’s. Regular gig. Steady income. Not much income, but it’s steady. I mean, what does Liz expect? You know, you start out in this business, thinking you’re gonna be the next Eddie Vedder or Axl Rose. Hell, I’m thirty-four, man. Not too many people break it big at thirty-four. I’m real grateful to Liz. I mean real grateful. Rest of the band’s living in shit, and I got this nice house, a decent car. It’s not a Porsche but it’s no broken-down Honda, either.”
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