Текст песни Откуда счет ступеням - Глава 7 часть 2

“As far as I know, the body is still there,” Will finished the story. -About ten years ago, someone bought the house, made repairs and poured the floor of the lower floor with a cement.
-Not bad.
-Very bad. If someone is still looking for this person, we may have problems. Although, as far as I know, no one was so concerned about his disappearance. The clothes in which my father went to the bar that evening, I drowned in the lake - all, including shoes. For which then I got it well from him.
- Instead of gratitude.
-These were good boots.
Hannibal grunted skeptically.
-You think this Huxley agrees to help you?
-I think, he will agree to sell us the boat, not asking unnecessary questions.
-And then what?
Will shook his head. All last day and tonight it merged for him on one surrealist nightmare - only the hot breath of a feathered deer behind his back was not enough. He could not imagine how all this could end.
Soon, two lanes on the highway were transformed into one, the asphalt was replaced by gravel, and then - just with road mud. The salty breeze, blowing from the ocean, was felt even through the Bentley filtering system. The voltage, which was constrained by Will on the arms and legs for the past six months, was slightly released. He almost heard the ringing of bursting invisible threads, which for so long poisoned his blood.
The Huxley trailer stood lonely in the middle of the wasteland. From dirt, time and neglect, white paint on it was peeled and covered with yellow spots. The glowing skull drawn on the wall faded and met the tinting not with a black and red tint, but a gray and dirty-pink dull range. Oldsmobile is pale blue and cargo Ford - both samples of the mid -eighties - standing nearby in the grass, overgrown with weeds.
Will got out of the car, and immediately plunged into the endless noise of the ocean and the ringing of rummaging insects, which absorbed it with his head.
Hearing the noise, Huxley came out, banged the Trailer’s door and instructed the uninvited guests of the blow of a shotgun.
-Bet! He shouted. - And do not even try to pretend that you have not noticed a “private property” plate! I hung them a mile forward. I do not want troubles, but if you run into, you will not be greeted!
With a cigarette that Haxly squeezed in his teeth, he was unlikely to part often, as evidenced by a smoked hoarse voice, planted by nicotine and smoke. The flannel shirt, very similar to Will's shirt, tightly tightened the bulging beer stomach.
“I saw warnings, Mr. Huxley,” Will said.
-I know you, boy? He asked incredulously, but the shotgun still lowered a little.
-You knew my father. Beu Graham, - Will did not pronounce this name aloud from the funeral.
Huxley stepped heavily half a step forward, the old boards creaked plaintively under his weight.
-Will? He said. The shotgun sank even lower, but then abruptly returned to his previous position. - I heard you are now a cop?
-Was. Not anymore.
-Then what do you need?
-I need a boat, I want to leave here away and quickly.
Huxley's face smoothed. He threw the shotgun on his shoulder and began to descend heavily on the steps.
-Well yes, I understand. Everyone has problems, and everyone sometimes wants to run away from them. Do you have cash?
-Two pieces. I need something with the cabin.
-It don't say nonsense, boy. Five pieces at least, and I will pick you up a great option.
-I will be wearing without an excellent option, I need a boat today.
Huxley stretched his lips in a smile.
-The reptile, then? I inserted the wrong girl?
He looked at Hannibal, who slipped out of the car with an inaudible shadow and now stood next to Will, laying his hands behind his back.
- Or sucked the wrong guy, huh?
Hannibal tensed slightly - Will at the subconscious level felt a silent threat emanating from him and stepped forward, becoming between him and Haxli.
-I have killed the wrong person.