"Folsom, Allan - The Day After Tomorrow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Folsom Allan)

seeing if the deer had come over his fence and eaten his roses. The day
after that he would be going back to work. That would have been the
natural course of things had he done it. But he hadn't.

Vera, who she was and what she stirred in him, was all that mattered.
Nothing else was worth anything. Not the present, the past or the
future. At least that was what he'd been thinking when he looked up and
saw the man with the jagged scar.

Wednesday, October 5.

IT was just after ten in the morning when Henri Kanarack stepped into a
small grocery a half block from the bakery. He was still disturbed by
the incident with the American, but nothing had happened in two days and
he was beginning to agree with both his wife and Agnes Demblon that the
man had either picked the wrong person or just been crazy. He was bent
over collecting several bottles of mineral water to take back to work
when Danton Fodor, the store's overweight and nearly blind owner,
suddenly took him by the arm and brought him into the back room.

"What is it?" Kanarack said, indignantly. "I'm current with my bill."

"It's not that," Fodor said, peering out through thick glasses to make
sure no customers were waiting at the cash register. Fodor was not only
the owner but clerk, cashier, stock boy and custodian. "A man was here
earlier today. A private detective with an awkward drawing of you."

"What?" Kanarack felt his heart jump. "He was showing it around. Asking
people if they knew you., "You didn't say anything!"

"Of course not. I knew he was up to something right away. The tax
man?"

"I don't know." Henri Kanarack looked away. A private detective, and
he'd gotten this far. How? Suddenly he looked back. "What was his
company? Did you get his name?"

Fodor nodded and opened the lone drawer of a table that served as a
desk. Pulling out the card, he handed it to Kanarack. "He said we
should call if we saw you."

"We, who's we?" Kanarack demanded.

"The other people in the store. He asked everyone. Luckily they were
all strangers and no one recognized you. Where he went from here or who
else he talked to, I don't know. I'd be careful when I went back to
work if I were you."

Henri Kanarack wasn't going back to work. Not today anyway, maybe never
again. Glancing at the card in his hard he dialed the bakery and got