"Creighton, Kathleen - Eyewitness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Creighton Kathleen)

Yeah, right, good luck, thought MacDougal as he made his way down the
stairs and along a concrete walkway shaded by overgrown banana plants
and made perilous with bird-of-paradise spikes and tendrils of creeping
lantana. Tonight that broadcast, featuring the golden voice of Vin
Scully, was going to be leaking through every wall and booming from
every car window in the city. He'd need to be damn lucky, as well as
deaf and blind, to avoid it.

Out in front, the uniformed officers who'd been first on the scene were
busy securing the area and interviewing possible witnesses. MacDougal
always liked to keep up with the new faces on the force, but he didn't
recognize either the Hispanic male unreeling the yellow crime scene
tape or the black female he could see talking to a a cluster of
neighbors on the apartment building's tiny rectangle of lawn. There
sure were a lot of new faces these days, he thought. Lot of shaking up
going on throughout the department, too, all part of getting a new
chief, he supposed-kind of a trickle down effect.

He'd been feeling a few of those trickles himself, pressure from some
people who meant him well. But he had no desire for a lieutenant's job
and the desk that went with it , not yet, not for a few years yet. He
liked the streets, and he liked partnering the rookies. He'd been
around along time, and liked to think there were still a few things he
could teach these gung ho kids.

The officer on the lawn stopped scribbling in her note pad as he
approached. MacDougal nodded at her while he took careful note of the
neighbors, who seemed a little edgy and excited but not terribly broken
up-about normal for L. A. He glanced at the officer's name tag.

"Officer Cook? Sergeant MacDougal-homicide. What've you got?" He
looked at his watch. Almost nine thirty It was going to be along
night. He wondered briefly if the game was over yet, and who was
winning.

Mary, JoJo, Daisy Pepper and Preacher threaded their way together
through the maze of parked cars in the Jack Murphy Stadium parking lot.
They were quiet but not gloomy, simply subdued, like exhausted children
after along day at Disneyland. That is, until JoJo hunched his massive
shoulders and ventured, "It was a good game. Exciting."

"Hah," snapped Daisy Pepper. She was still sore about the bet she'd
lost to Preacher; two bits was a lot of money to Daisy.

Mary heaved a sigh and shook her head. "I still can't believe the
Dodgers scored four runs. And with two out in the ninth. Goes to show
you: She looked around the half empty parking lot. " " I bet a lot of
people are going to be surprised tomorrow morning: '

"Teach 'em to leave in the seventh inning," Daisy scoffed. "You'd