Читать книгу The Sandman онлайн

43 страница из 143

‘Well done, Marie!’ David cries.

‘Shoot Spiderman,’ one of the women behind them calls.

Reidar looks up, sees the big doll, and lets the gun fall to the snow.

‘I have to sleep,’ he says abruptly.

He pushes aside the glass of champagne Wille is holding out to him and walks back to the house on unsteady legs.

Veronica goes with Marie as she searches the house for Reidar. They walk through rooms and halls. His jacket is lying on the stairs to the first floor and they go up. It’s dark, but they can see flickering firelight further off. In a large room they find Reidar sitting on a sofa in front of the fireplace. His cufflinks are gone and his sleeves are dangling over his hands. On the low bookcase beside him there are four bottles of Château Cheval Blanc.

‘I just wanted to say sorry,’ Marie says, leaning against the door.

‘Oh, don’t mind me,’ Reidar mutters, still gazing into the fire.

‘It was stupid of me to drag the doll out without asking first,’ Marie goes on.

‘As far as I’m concerned, you can burn all the old shit,’ he replies.