Galway Girl
- Автор: Бруен Кен
- Серия: Jack Taylor #15
- Год: 2019
- Язык: английский
- Год: Head of Zeus
- ISBN: 978-1-83893-306-7
- Жанр: Криминальные детективы
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She said,
“So, I could like shoot you, and the law would be on my side.”
He acknowledged this with a slight nod, then tried,
“But you’d never know what you missed in the sack.”
She laughed, a nice dirty sound, then,
“Cheeky bugger, aren’t you?”
And so it began:
Raw sex;
Violence (which they both enjoyed);
Revenge, a joint aim;
Hatred for Jack Taylor for different reasons but close enough;
A feel for chaos.
Jericho told him about being at the Burning Man festival,
Which he knew jack — no pun intended — shit about.
And meeting
The love of her crazy life:
Em/Emerald/Emily.
Becoming her lover, ally, all-round bestie.
They’d done acid at the Joshua Tree because of some weird fucked-upness of Em’s about U2, and there Em had baptized her
... Jericho.
Emerald had called her Jericho because of a fairly bad movie but more of that later. She liked to throw in the U2 reference as it made her seem a little dim, which kept the enemy off balance, and for Jericho everyone was the enemy.
Taylor killed Em.
Taylor killed Stapes’s dad.
So,
Not rocket science, they had a common motive.
They’d bring in Scott because he was already killing Guards and, mainly, his bollixed mind suited their vague general plan of just fuck everything and have crack doing it.
Crack in the Irish meaning of fun but they were open to dope of any hue.
Of course they were.
After a particular bout of sex, more violent than intimate, Stapes was lying back in bed. Jericho said,
“I had a sister, Gina, adored by my family.”
She let out a sigh, said,
“Glorious Gina, my daddy called her.”
Stapes sat up, indicated the chain around her neck, the two G’s on it, figured,
“So that’s the two G’s, eh?”
She lashed out with ferocity. He saw the serpent that lurked behind those eyes. She hissed,
“Don’t be fucking absurd.”
He nearly said,
“Or maybe gone girl.”
But thought she might well slit his throat—
Which is exactly the thought she was entertaining.
Emerald had said to Jericho,
“Gather a few allies, lure them with whatever it takes,
Then fuck them over.”
Jericho, still not fully in Emerald’s mind-set, asked,
“Why?”
Emerald had given her a radiant smile, said,
“Because it feels so good to see them burn.”
Jericho had only one real fear:
Crows, ravens, hawks.
When she’d pushed her sister into traffic, a jet-black crow had settled on her windowsill.
Scared the living hell out of her.
Those beady eyes.
At similar moments of her violent acts, of which even she’d lost count, a dark bird would appear like clockwork at her window.
No amount of rationality could rid her of the ice freeze fear the birds inspired.
She’d told Emerald, who didn’t blow it off, but said,
“Witchy shit.”
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Not that he was alone.
He also had his library, of course.
After Astrid died, he filled the void
Of words unspoken
With the new silence
Of books unread.