Book: Simulator

- You, as always, was late.
For a moment she looked at him in silence while stupefied from fatigue brain tried to comprehend the phenomenon. Tall, bony, nasty. Oh yeah, he's back. Eva found the strength to pull off the shoulder linen jacket and throw it over the railing in spite of the enemy.
It's amazing how this simple action has improved her well-being.
- How do you go through a metal detector at the airport with that a steel pin stuck through the back? - Ordered myself not to fall, eve bent down and scooped up the cat, striving certainly to get caught under her feet. She stroked the head of Galahad. - You see, It's back. Have I told you not to change the lock code?
This shame you call a car, do not place in front of the house, and the Somerset two fingers lifted her jacket from the railing, this is not the place for toilet.
- Well, bite me. - And, stifling a yawn, eve headed up the stairs.
Somerset took her eyes dry and smiled at her in the back. Still, good to be back home.

- You have not only nice Boobs but also a good working brain.
- Well, thank you. I have good legs.

- Rudeness, - he shook his head eve. All I get is rudeness. "Mrs. Roark sweet, good heart". You'll see what it is I do when I shove your head your ass.

- Baxter, hold on a minute. - She put his hand in his pocket and saw that it was empty: all that she had, she already gave Peabody. - You have enough for a Pepsi?
- Why not use the badge number? You've had too much credit?
She threw him a resentful glance:
If I stick a token in this foul machine as it will jam. The one that stood on the floor hates me, he's with me personal. And they're all tied to each other, Baxter. They communicate with each other.
He had a long and closely studied her face.
- You need a vacation.
- I need a can of Pepsi. Maybe you bill issue?

- Damn you, eve! What have you done to your face?
- I'm not guilty. Slightly offended, she gently felt his cheekbone. - Someone pushed me right to the fist of the guy when I tried to stop him, lest he be beaten to death with the other guy who masturbated in the subway. Can't blame the guy who with the fist, he was aiming not at me. But it still hurts.
- My life, - sadly shook his head, roarke, was a succession of gray everyday life, yet it is not you came.
Yeah, I all right glisten like a rainbow. Eve worked his jaw. In any case, the face. You can do the tedious work?
- Willing to consider such a possibility. But first put something on that bruise.
- Yes, okay. You know, the guy from the transport police told me that the guy regularly goes on this line. All know him. His nickname was Wobbly Willie.
What a charming detail of the new York landscape! - Roark dragged her to the Elevator. - I want to ride the subway.

- And here is the most dazzling woman in the room! You'll excuse us, isn't it? Charles Monroe, beautiful, and utterly secular, Payne gave eve a beaming smile. I just have to kidnap Mrs. Roark.
- It is better to be shot on the spot, ' murmured Eva, when he dragged her to the middle of the ballroom. - Take my bag sidearm, hold the pulse in the neck and shoot. Put an end to my torment.
He only laughed, bringing Eva to the dance floor.
- When I saw you, I immediately realized that you're ready to pull out his gun and to drive this woman a bullet between the eyes.
- No, I was thinking to put a gun in her mouth. He still didn't close.

- ... What, what happened?
- Yes, the murder of a woman in Chinatown.
I don't understand. So much negative energy! He took a deep breath. - We try to keep positive vibes in this house.
- What can you do after JC Wootton, when it was cut, like sheep, have experienced a purely negative experience.

- Pepper Franklin?
Yes. It does not cause suspicion, but her friend Eva paused and squinted. Roark scooped up a spoonful of ice cream layered. - Do you know her?
- M-m-m, how tasty! Refreshing.
- You fucked her?
Although his lips trembled, he managed to keep a serious expression and enthusiastically continued to eat ice cream.
- FIE, what an ugly expression! I prefer to say that we had a brief, non-committal relationship between two adults.

- The UN is in the sense of the United Nations?
- No, I mean the Organization the Frenzied Imbeciles.
- I think your sarcasm is misplaced, - replied with dignity Peabody. - About the session check.

- You need a vacation, Morris.
- Tell me about it. - He laughed bitterly. I had to leave tomorrow. Two weeks in Aruba. Sun, sea, naked women - mind you, still alive! - and cocktails served in a coconut shell.