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

Agnes slowed for a blinking light and glanced at Kanarack. She'd seen
the bruises on his face when he'dd climbed in, now in the dash lights
they glowed even uglier.

"Drinking again," Agnes' voice was cold, bordering on cruel.

"Michele is pregnant," he said, staring straight ahead, watching the
yellow headlights cut the darkness. "Did you get drunk out of joy or
misery?"

"I didn't get drunk. A man attacked me."

"What man?" She looked at him. "I never saw him before."

"What did you do to him?"

"I ran away." Kanarack's eyes were fixed on the road ahead.

"Finally getting smart in your old age."

"This was different-" Kanarack turned to look at her. "I was in the
Brasserie Stella. The one on rue St.-Antoine. Reading the paper and
having an espresso on the way home. For no reason at all a man flew at
me, knocked me to the floor and started beating me. The waiters pulled
him off and I ran away."

"Why did he pick you?"

"Don't know." Kanarack looked back to the road again.

Night was fading to day. Automatic timers were turning the streetlights
off. "He followed me afterward. Across the Seine, down into the Metro.
I managed to beat him out, get on a train before he could catch up."

Agnes downshifted, slowing for a man walking his dog. Passing, she
accelerated again. "You what?"

"I went to the train window. I saw the Metro police grab him."

"So, he was a crazy. And the police are good for something."

"Maybe not."

Agnes looked over. There was something he was not telling her. "What
is it?"

"He was an American."

Paul Osborn got back to his hotel on avenue Kleher at ten minutes to one
in the morning. Fifteen minutes later he was in his room and on the