Kill City Blues. Richard Kadrey
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Название: Kill City Blues

Автор: Richard Kadrey

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Зарубежное фэнтези

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isbn: 9780007483877

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СКАЧАТЬ don’t know what he’s doing until he’s already doing it.

      The bus’s engine growls. Without looking, he steps back off the curb, right in its path. It takes the bus another twenty feet to stop, but the shooter has flown forty feet. All around me people are screaming. Traffic in the intersection that was moving a second ago screeches to a halt.

      I muscle my way through the crowd forming around him. He’s lying facedown. I kick him onto his back, get out my phone, and photograph him. People yell at me, taking me for a gore freak looking for something hot to put on his blog. There’s a tattoo on the side of his neck. I don’t recognize it. I shoot that too. One of his shoes came off and his wallet is lying a few feet away. I shove my way over and pick it up. More people are yelling. I guess I’ve blown my low profile. For all I know there’s a traffic camera shooting everything I’m doing.

      I take out the dead man’s driver’s license and photograph that too. Then toss it and the wallet back on the ground just as a cop car pulls up. They must have been right around the corner.

      Voices get shrill behind me. I don’t have to look. Villagers with pitchforks are pointing out the monster to the guys with the badges. I wonder what the penalty is for pickpocketing a corpse. I can’t be the first person who’s done it. This is L.A.

      I walk to a guy sitting on a Harley. He’s a big boy. His feet are planted on either side of the bike, but his hands aren’t on the handlebars. I don’t have time for subtle.

      With one hand, I grab the front of his shirt and lift him off the seat far enough to toss him off the bike without hurting him too much. With the other hand, I grab the handlebars so the bike doesn’t fall. The keys are still in the ignition. I gun the engine and take off before either of the cops closing in on me can get within grabbing range.

      The moment I take off they hoof it back to the patrol car. Which isn’t going to do them any good at all. The accident has turned the street into a solid mass of cars, gawkers, and now, twenty or more amateur paparazzi, phones and cameras blasting. I steer the Harley onto the sidewalk and open the throttle, laying on the horn to clear the way. I turn the corner and head back up to Hollywood Boulevard.

      I ditch the bike on the sidewalk behind a pickup truck with a camper shell big enough to hide it from patrol cars rolling by.

      There are six more cop cars outside Donut Universe. Patrons are out in the parking lot yammering to the uniformed cops all at once. One takes statements but the others don’t want to hear about it. They just want the cattle to wait for the detectives while putting up yellow tape around the crime scene.

      I spot Candy waving to me on the opposite corner, near a Christian Science church. Samael has his hand to his ear, talking on his phone.

      Candy squeezes my hand when I reach them. She worries. It’s sweet. A second later Samael closes his phone.

      “Did you get him?”

      “He got himself. Strolled off the curb and kissed a bus.”

      “Why? You’re not that scary.”

      “Yes, I am.”

      “If you say so.”

      “How much do you have to pay a guy to go out like that?”

      “You don’t. He chose to do it himself. It’s the mark of a true believer. In what, I don’t know and I don’t care. But you should.”

      I thumb on my phone and go to the picture of the shooter’s driver’s license. I read it out loud.

      “Trevor Moseley. Either of you ever hear of him?”

      I show them his picture.

      Candy shakes her head.

      “I took a lot of souls back in the day, but I don’t recognize his name or face,” says Samael.

      Candy beams at Samael.

      “Sam just called some people. He’s getting me a new laptop.”

      “Sam?” says Samael.

      “Thanks,” I say.

      He looks at me.

      “Just thanks? Nothing pithy or sarcastic?”

      “I’m capable of appreciating when someone does something nice for someone I care about.”

      Samael looks at Candy.

      “Good lord. What have you done to him?”

      “Shocking, isn’t it?” she says. “Pinocchio is almost a real boy.”

      I take a bite of my donut.

      “Fuck both of you.”

      Samael nods.

      “Ah. There’s the Jimmy I know.”

      He looks at his watch.

      “Look at the time. I should be getting back home before I’m missed.”

      “How are things Upstairs?” I ask.

      “Just don’t die anytime soon. You’ve seen Hell and right now I wouldn’t wish Heaven on anyone. Ruach is more paranoid every day. Imagine Josef Stalin with unlimited resources.”

      Ruach is one of the five God brothers and the current God sitting on the throne in Heaven. Unfortunately for both humans and angels, he’s the “troubled child.” A stone son of a bitch. Supposedly he’s cut a deal with Aelita to let her kill the other four brothers if she leaves him alone. She’s already killed at least one, maybe more. Aside from Mr. Muninn and Ruach, no one knows where the other brothers are.

      “At least he can’t send you to Tartarus,” I say.

      “There are worse things than Tartarus, I’m afraid.”

      “Like what?”

      Samael just shakes his head.

      “If you want to get in touch with me, go through Muninn. Don’t do it directly. Sandman Slim isn’t a name I want on my contacts list right now.”

      And he’s gone. Just blips out of existence. Interesting. With all the shit that’s happened—Mason Faim’s attempted war with Heaven, and God fragmenting into warring siblings—I’ve never seen Samael nervous before.

      A couple of people in the Donut Universe parking lot are pointing our way. I wonder if the cops have put together that the hero who chased a shooter from the donut shop is the same asshole that desecrated his corpse and jacked a biker a few blocks away. This isn’t the time to find out. I see a tasty shadow by the side of the church and pull Candy inside with me.

      We go through the Room of Thirteen Doors and come out around the back of the Chateau Marmont. Our digs these days. Really it’s Lucifer’s penthouse, but until they figure out that I’m not Lucifer anymore, it’s a room-service, clean-towels, and free-cable party.

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