Hornet's Nest - Cornwell Patricia (читать книги онлайн бесплатно полностью .txt) 📗
"Is this the bus for Kannapolis?" the older bitch in black stammered.
"This is the bus for you giving me your money." Magic jabbed the. 22 pistol her way.
"Yes sir. I don't want a problem," the lady in black said.
Magic thought she seemed confused, as if she might pass out or pee in her pants. She shakily moved closer to him, as she rooted around in her big black leather pocketbook. Magic might just take that too, for his mama. Maybe those bad black shoes, too. Wonder what size they were? He found out as much as he would ever need to know about those shoes when the bitch suddenly kicked him so hard in the shin with a knife-pointed toe that he bit his tongue. She suddenly had a big pistol out and was poking it against his head as his gun instantly vanished from behind, and then he was face down in the aisle, and the other bitch was jerking his wrists together and wrapping them tight with a flex cuff.
"Man, oh man. That's too tight," Magic said as his shin throbbed.
"I think my leg's broke. "
Innocent passengers on the bus stared slack-jawed, in speechless wonder as the two well-dressed ladies led that son-of-a-bitch murderer off into the bright afternoon.
Police cars were suddenly roaring up, blue and red lights whirling, and all on the bus knew the ladies somehow had made that happen, too.
"Thank you Jesus," someone thought to say.
"Lord be praised."
"It's a miracle."
"Batman and Robin."
"Hand that bag over here so I can get my gold chain back."
"I want my ring."
"Everybody remain where you are and don't touch anything," said a cop as he boarded.
Officer Saunders hoped the chief wouldn't notice him as he climbed out of his cruiser.
"Where were you?" she asked him as she briskly walked past. She then commented to West, "Don't you find that a little odd? Usually they're all over the place when we're around."
West didn't understand it, either, but she did have more respect for the chief's skirts and pumps. Not only had they not slowed her up enough to matter, but the shoes, at least, had come in handy. She was proud of her boss as they walked back inside the Presto to pay their bill. The men at the counter were smoking now, still arguing, and oblivious to what had just gone down next door at the Greyhound station. Not that a bunch of drug dealers cared about a bunch of innocent people getting robbed, West thought. She threw them another menacing look as Hammer drank one last swallow of her unsweetened iced tea and glanced at her watch.
"Well, I guess we'd better be getting back," Hammer suggested.
