Wake to Darkness. Maggie Shayne
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Название: Wake to Darkness

Автор: Maggie Shayne

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9781472057303

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СКАЧАТЬ he’s good-looking. It’s like I forget just how good-looking when I’m away from him, and then I see him again and it knocks me on my ass.

      “I know you love your boat and all, Mace, but—”

      “It’s a seventy-four Monte Carlo, and it’s a classic.”

      “It’s a rear-wheel-drive behemoth, and it’s an accident waiting to happen. We’re heading into the snow belt. What if we hit a blizzard? Why didn’t you bring the Jeep?”

      He sighed. “It’s a clear day, maybe my last chance to drive my baby for the season.”

      “Which part of the words snow belt did you not understand?”

      “You want to take your Subaru, don’t you?”

      “Yes, I do. You have any objections?”

      He lowered his head. “I have to tell you something I’ve never told you before, Rachel.”

      Hell, this sounds serious. I frowned, watching his face. “Go ahead. What is it?”

      “I hate your driving.” His head came up, and he was grinning, probably at the way my mouth was hanging open. I clamped it shut. “I don’t mean to insult you, but you scare the hell out of me when you drive.”

      “Why?”

      “Because you’re always looking at everything but the road.”

      “I am not!”

      “‘Oh, pretty mountain! Oooh, what kind of bird is that? Hey, look at that cloud.’”

      I bit back my automatic defensive response and took a breath. “Try being blind for twenty years and see how much looking you do your first fall, first winter—”

      He held up both hands to stop me, midrant. “I love the way you see everything like it’s the first time, Rachel. Makes me see things from a fresh perspective myself. It...enhances my every experience just being around you.”

      Damn. That was almost poetic. My anger cooled a degree or two.

      “I just don’t love being a passenger in a car while you’re doing it. That’s all. You gonna shoot me for that? You wanna use my gun? ’Cause it’s right here—”

      “Shut the fuck up, Mason.” I dug my keys out of my pocket, hit the garage door opener button on the key ring, then dropped them into his lap. With his irritatingly perfect reflexes he caught them before they landed.

      “You can drive, okay? But we’re taking my car.”

      “That sounds fair.”

      “You can put your boat in the garage if you want.”

      “It’ll be fine outside.” He shut off the engine, dropped his own keys into the ashtray and got out. He had a dark green backpack on the backseat, and he grabbed that and was good to go.

      So I let him drive. And yeah, I stayed mad at him for the first hour, until we drove past the wetlands preserve, partially frozen over, and I saw a red-tailed hawk dive-bomb not twenty feet from the highway, then soar up again with something furry in its talons.

      “OhmyGod, did you see that? That hawk just nailed a freaking squirrel or something. Look, look at it go!” I was pointing and craning my neck. When I looked over at him, he managed to hold back for about three seconds and then he burst out laughing, and I did, too, in spite of myself.

      “All right,” I admitted, no longer angry. “I’ll have to try to stop doing that.”

      “Don’t ever stop doing that. That was amazing, and I never would have even noticed it if you hadn’t been with me.”

      “Yeah?”

      “Yeah.” He shrugged. “Just...try not to do it when you’re driving.”

      I rolled my eyes and returned to watching the passing scenery.

      * * *

      At Strong Memorial Hospital’s Financial Services Center, Mason made the impossible as easy as 1, 2, 3. He got in to see a patient accounts manager, claiming to be an insurance adjuster and saying he needed to verify some information about the patient who received the kidney on August 17 of this year. Then he shuffled papers looking for the patient’s name while the woman at the desk clicked her keys, bringing up the info. I waited in the hallway outside the office door, and when he sneezed, I walked up the hall a few steps, made sure no one was looking and, with a tissue covering my fingers, pulled the fire alarm.

      People poured out of offices left and right, including Mason and the accounts person. I joined the throng moving forward, exclaimed, “My purse!” in case anyone was listening, and ducked into the same office he’d just left. I hurried around the desk, took a quick look at the computer and there it was. The patient’s name and address. Three patients had kidney transplants that day. But only one of them received a left kidney. I scribbled the info on a notepad, jammed it into my pocket, zipped out again with my heart in my throat and caught up with the throng heading for the stairwells. By then someone in charge was telling everyone to stay calm, it was probably a false alarm. Maybe even a prank.

      “Fucking kids,” someone muttered.

      I saw Mason talking to the woman whose office I’d just left and looking at his watch, making excuses to leave and follow up with her later. Then he entered the stairwell. I passed her in the hall as I went to join him, but there were lots of people heading down and I had to wait until we were outside. He was ahead of me, and he got into my car and started the engine. I hurried the last few steps and hopped in on the passenger side.

      “You get it?” he asked.

      “Henry C. Powell of Sodus Point, New York. You know where that is?”

      “No, but your nav system does.” He poked buttons. “Street?”

      “Twenty-five Lake Street.”

      He punched a button, then another, and the nav system plotted a route and said it would take less than an hour to reach our destination. “We’re in business. You want to grab a bite first?” It was close to four-thirty, after the two-and-a-half-hour drive out here, and the time we’d spent executing our plan. Flawlessly, I might add. Neither of us had eaten lunch.

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