"Brown, Roswell - Grace Culver 08 - Kitchen Trap" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brown Roswell)

Once is enough."

Riker was disappointed. This wasn't one of the redhead's times.

"Maybe you frills notice things like that. If the food's decent, a man's not

going to bother about whether there's a picture on the wall or--"

"Pete Brophy would. Not one picture, maybe. But the whole inside of the

place is painted up like lightning striking a junk heap. That sort of stuff made him

nervous. He wouldn't pick it for a hangout, with a dozen places in the

neighborhood serving food just as good. Not unless--"

Tim's big body, leaning forward, creaked his chair.

"Redsie, you may be-- It's just possible--"

"I don't see what Andre's could have to do with a big-league extortion gang,"

Jerry objected. "It's a long way from being the sort of dive a big shot would eat at.

They couldn't pick up anything worthwhile on anybody there, if that's what--"

"I'm going to find out why Pete went there so much," Grace said suddenly.

"It probably doesn't matter," Tim muttered gloomily.

"At least--at least it's doing something."

Jerry eyed her derisively.

"Some day you're gonna do one thing too many, Redsie. Always sticking your

pug nose into trouble."

"And getting it out again!" she answered tartly.

"Luck like that don't hold forever. There's going to come a time you'll wish

you never saw a gun! You'll wish you was where women belong, in some good

guy's kitchen. A guy like me, for instance--"

"Nuts!" Grace said rudely. "Any day I'm not better with a gun than with a

frying pan, I'll want to hear about it. And I'm not so bad with a frying pan, either."