"Howard Waldrop - Flying Saucer Rock & Roll" - читать интересную книгу автора (Waldrop Howard)

"Who do we meet with to work this out?" asked Lucius.

"Vinnie of the Hellbenders. He'll work out the terms."

Slim was beginning to see he might not be killed that night. He looked
on Leroy with something like worship.

"How we know you guys are gonna show up?" asked Bobby.

"I swear on Sam Cooke's grave," said Leroy.

"Let 'em pass," said Bobby.

They crossed out of the freight yard and headed back for the projects.

"Shit, man!"

"Now you've done it!"

"I'm heading for Florida."

"What the hell, Leroy, are you crazy?"

Leroy was smiling. "We can take them, easy," he said, holding up his
hand flat.

He began to sing "Chain Gang." The other Kool-Tones joined in, but
their hearts weren't in it. Already there was a bad taste in the back of their
throats.
 Vinnie was mad.

The black outline of a mudpuppy on his white silk jacket seemed to
swell as he hunched his shoulders toward Leroy.

"What the shit you mean, dragging the Hellbenders into this without
asking us first? That just ain't done, Leroy."

"Who else could take the Purple Monsters in case they wasn't
gentlemen?" asked Leroy.

Vinnie grinned. "You're gonna die before you're fifteen, kid."

"That's my hope."

"Creep. Okay, we'll take care of it."

"One thing," said Leroy. "No instruments. They gotta get us a mike and
some amps, and no more than a quarter of the people can be from
Monster territory. And it's gotta be at the freight dock."