Death Bringer. Derek Landy

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      “Male or female?”

      “He couldn’t say.”

      “Did he happen to mention the Passage at all?”

      Kenny looked at him. There was something about the Inspector’s face that wasn’t quite right. As soon as Kenny noticed it, he looked away. His mother had taught him it was not polite to stare.

      “He didn’t use that word,” Kenny said. “But I’ve heard it from others. How did you hear about it?”

      “Who did you hear it from?” asked the girl.

      “Others,” Kenny said irritably. “Three or four people, who had overheard it in pubs or alleyways or whatever. It sounds like the Rapture, to be honest.”

      The girl frowned. “What’s that?”

      “The Rapture,” Inspector Me said, “is a Christian belief in which God will collect the faithful and deliver them into Heaven. ‘And the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be raptured together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air.’ Those found unworthy will be left here on earth with the rest of the sinners.”

      “The Passage sounds like that sort of deal,” Kenny said. “Mass salvation before the end of the world. Whether or not there’s any kind of a god at work behind it, I don’t know, but there usually is.”

      “Did Lynch give any kind of a time frame?” Me asked.

      “His visions were getting stronger and more frequent,” Kenny answered. “The way it worked in the past is that he’d have another six or seven days at this level of intensity, then the apocalypse wouldn’t happen and he’d be able to relax again.”

      “Seven days,” said Me.

      “Or thereabouts, yeah. How did you hear about the Passage?”

      “We’re detectives,” said Me. “We detect things.”

      “She’s a detective as well, is she?”

      “She’s a detective-in-training.”

      “Look, this is all very, very weird. Why are you focusing on rumours and urban legends? You haven’t even asked me any normal questions.”

      “Normal questions? Like what?”

      “Like, I don’t know, like if Lynch had any enemies.”

      “Did Lynch have any enemies?”

      “Well, not that I know of, no.”

      “Then there really was no point in me asking that, was there? Unless you wanted to distract me. You didn’t want to distract me, did you, Kenny?”

      “No, that’s not—”

      “Are you playing a game with me, Kenny?”

      “I don’t know what you’re—”

      Inspector Me leaned forward. “Did you kill him?”

      “No!”

      “It’d be OK if you did.”

      Kenny recoiled, horrified. “How would that be OK?”

      “Well,” Me said, “maybe not OK, but understandable. Perhaps he said something that annoyed you. We’ve all been there, haven’t we?” He looked back at the girl. “Haven’t we?”

      “I’ve been there,” said the girl.

      “We’ve all been there,” said Me, looking at Kenny again. “We know how it goes. He says something that annoys you, you get angry, all of a sudden he’s lying dead and you’re wondering where did the time go.”

      “I didn’t kill him! I didn’t kill anyone!”

      “Anyone? You mean there’s more?”

      “What?”

      Me sat back, tapped his chin with a gloved hand. “You know what, Kenny? I believe you. You have an honest face. You have honest ears. So who do you think killed him?”

      “I had thought it was just a mugging.”

      “And now?”

      “Now … I don’t know. Do you think someone killed him because of the Passage? Are there people out there who really believe in this stuff?”

      “People are strange,” said the girl, then started humming a few bars from the song.

      “Did Lynch talk to anyone else about this?” Me asked. “Did he have any friends? Any family he still spoke to?”

      “No, no one.”

      “So he only talked about his visions to you?”

      Kenny hesitated.

      “He’s hesitating,” said the girl.

      “I see that,” said Me.

      “There’s an old woman,” Kenny said, “Bernadette something. Maguire, I think. She helps out at one of the shelters. She used to be a teacher, or something. She’s retired now, lives in the country somewhere. He talked to her. She hasn’t been around that much lately. I think she’s just too old. The first time I’d seen her in months was a few weeks ago. She was talking to Lynch.”

      “You think he told her about his visions?”

      “Yeah. I do.”

      “You think Bernadette Maguire killed him?”

      “Uh … no. She’s, like I said, she’s old.”

      “Old people can kill people too.”

      “I know, but …”

      “She could be a ninja.”

      “She’s not a ninja, for God’s sake. She’s somebody’s great-grandmother.”

      “I want you to think carefully about this, Kenny. Have you ever seen her with a sword?”

      “What?”

      “How about throwing stars?”

      “This is ridiculous.”

      “Have you ever seen her dressed up as a ninja? That would have been my first clue.”

      The girl sucked in her cheeks so she wouldn’t laugh out loud.

      “What kind of cop are you?” Kenny asked, resolutely unamused.

      “I am the kind that is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery,” said СКАЧАТЬ