Strangers. Paul Finch
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Название: Strangers
Автор: Paul Finch
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
isbn: 9780007551323
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‘Gimme a break, love. No john’s going to want to give me one now, is he? The first whiff he gets, he’ll chuck his tea up.’ Tammy continued scrubbing on her own. ‘Can’t believe we’re actually getting blamed for these murders now.’
‘Yeah, how about that,’ Lucy said.
‘You picked a good time to start out, I’ll tell you.’
‘That’s what I was thinking.’
‘Don’t worry …’ Tammy actually managed to crack a smile.
In the process of cleaning away the filth, she’d also removed most of her slap, but she was none the worse for that. She had rosebud lips, a snub nose, a dusting of freckles and a pair of fetching green eyes – there was something of the saucy minx about her. Lucy couldn’t help wondering how so pretty a youngster had finished up in this profession.
‘I’ve got just the thing for us,’ Tammy said. ‘Look in my bag.’
Lucy did as instructed, and alongside Tammy’s purse found the vodka bottle. It was still half full.
‘Help yourself,’ Tammy said.
‘Nah …’ Lucy shrugged ‘I’m teetotal.’
‘What the fuck!’ Tammy broke off cleansing herself to gaze at her new pal in disbelief. ‘Aren’t you full of fucking surprises? You’re the hottest thing I’ve seen up here in yonks, you chuck your money round like there’s no tomorrow and now you don’t imbibe!’
‘I used to, but it never did me any good.’
‘Never does me any good either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like it. Hand it over.’
Lucy obliged, and Tammy took several large swigs, a quarter of the bottle vanishing in one fell swoop. She screwed the cap back on and belched again.
‘Ahhh … nothing better when you’ve had a chocolate log chucked in your face. Anyway –’ she grabbed the handbag and shoved the bottle back inside it ‘– gotta make a move. Nice meeting you. What did you say your name was?’
‘Keira,’ Lucy replied. ‘But my real name’s …’
Tammy held a hand up. ‘Best if I don’t know your real name.’
‘You told me yours.’
‘Yeah, but I’m a fuck-up … as you’ve seen. Bad stuff always happens to me, but it’s usually for a reason. Anyway, thanks again for your help.’ Tammy turned back from the doorway. ‘Listen … if you need someone to show you the ropes, the blonde bimbo outside, Sandy, can be alright. She’s a bit of piss-taker, but her bark’s worse than her bite. Just watch the other one, Tomasina. If she finds out you’ve got that much dosh in your purse, she’ll have the lot. And she’ll kick your face to mush in the process.’
Lucy nodded and smiled in thanks. And then Tammy was gone, the toilet door slamming, the sound of it echoing through the damp cell that appeared to be their one and only indoor refuge on these cold, wet autumn nights. She turned back to the mirror, the sheet of grimy glass with Blowjob Queen of Manchester! scrawled over the top. A foul stench emitted from the sink. When she glanced down, she saw that someone had vomited into it. And now, just to complete the picture, it was also crammed with Tammy’s screwed-up, shit-stained tissues.
Lucy regarded her sallow features in the tarnished glass.
This was going to be a vastly more challenging stake-out than even she’d anticipated.
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