Аннотация
Stephen King
Crouch End
(Крауч Энд)
By the time the woman had finally gone, it was nearly two-thirty in the morning. Outside the Crouch End police station, Tottenham Lane was a small dead river. London was asleep… but London never sleeps deeply, and its dreams are uneasy.
PC Vetter closed his notebook, which he’d almost filled as the American woman’s strange, frenzied story poured out. He looked at the typewriter and the stack of blank forms on the shelf beside it. ‘This one’ll look odd come morning light,’ he said.
PC Farnham was drinking a Coke. He didn’t speak for a long time. ‘She was American, wasn’t she?’ he said finally, as if that might explain most or all of the story she had told. ‘It’ll go in the back file,’ Vetter agreed, and looked round for a cigarette. ‘But I wonder…’
Farnham laughed. ‘You don’t mean you believe any part of it? Go on, sir! Pull the other one!’
‘Didn’t say that, did I? No. But you’re new here.’
Farnham sa...
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