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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He turned to me, said,
“A woman, Jesus in heaven. The world is fucked. Forty million to bring the pope here and hundreds on trolleys, a gay Indian as leader of the country telling us we have to vote yes to abortion.”
These were the longest sentences he’d ever spoken. He drained his pint, said,
“To top it all, Arsène Wenger had to quit before he was fired from the Arsenal, after twenty-two years of service.”
I had nothing, not even the dregs of my Jay, to stare into, so after a long silence while he reupped our drinks, he said,
“There was a note left, in Irish again, like at the first two killings. Do you want to know what it read?”
Like, hello.
Yes.
I nodded vaguely, as if I didn’t mind.
I did mind.
More than I cared to admit.
He said,
“An cailin as Gaillimh.”
I translated,
“Galway girl.”
He looked at me, a fine warm flush giving him the appearance of sunburn. He asked,
“So, Mister Private Eye, or whatever the fuck you are, what do you make of that?”
The late turn to aggression was nothing new to me. I said, as quietly, as simply, as I could,
“That she’s from Galway.”
Jericho had only ever shared her past with one person.
Emerald.
They’d been hitting the booze hard and Emerald suddenly handed Jericho a gold chain, two gold G’s on it, said,
“For us, always, you are my golden girl.”
Jericho said,
“Golden girl, how odd you should give me that.
It’s what they called my sister sometimes, that or glorious.”
Emerald waited, so she continued,
“She was younger than me, golden curls, face like an angel, and just so fucking cutesy pie. I was supposed to mind her. We were coming home from school, I gave her a tiny bump, and a car ran over her, and maybe a bus, too.”
She took a breath, then,
“I thought, now I’ll be the golden girl, but fuck, worse, they made her into some kind of saint, always young, always beautiful, never to make any mistakes, so I knew then, knew that they loved the dead and I swore I’d give them plenty to love.”
Emerald laughed, fingered the two G’s, said,
“The original gone girl.”
15
“Say, are you an actor?”
“Miss, we are all actors.”
She thought about this.
“I’m not,” she said.
“Then,” said the stranger,
His tone never varying from amused condescension,
“You’re fucked.”