Аннотация
Tim Maleeny
The Weight
Copyright (c) 2007 Tim Maleeny
Edward Kinsella III
“I found a dead pimp last week.”
Danny Rodriguez spoke the words without inflection, his eyes flat, utterly devoid of emotion. Sometimes a dead body was a friend, a partner, a fellow cop. But most days it was just another corpse. After eighteen years on the job, he’d stopped counting.
“Anybody we know?” Sam disappeared behind his kitchen counter as he opened the door to his refrigerator, bending at the waist to retrieve another beer from the bottom shelf. He stood and gestured toward the small living room as he handed a bottle to his former partner.
“Gracias.” Rodriguez twisted open the beer. “I needed a drink.”
Sam waved his arm in the direction of his kitchen. “This bar never closes.”
“Never?”
Sam nodded toward the open window across the room, sunlight streaming in. “Some would say we shouldn’t be drinking at all.”
“Only a civilian woul...
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