Salem's Lot (Stephen King) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги (ч. 72)

When Matt knocked on the door, Mike Ryerson said, ‘Come in.’

Matt came in with a pair of pajamas. ‘These are going to be a little big-’

‘That’s all right, Mr Burke. I sleep in my skivvies.’ He was standing in his shorts now, and Matt saw that his entire body was horribly pale. His ribs stood out in circular ridges.

‘Turn your head, Mike. This way.’

Mike turned his head obediently.

‘Mike, where did you get those marks?’

Mike’s hand touched his throat below the angle of the jaw. ‘I don’t know.’

Matt stood restively. Then he went to the window. The catch was securely fastened, yet he rattled it back and forth with hands that were distraught. Beyond, the dark pressed against the glass heavily. ‘Call me in the night if you want anything. Anything. Even if you have a bad dream. Will you do that, Mike?’

‘Yes.’

‘I mean it. Anything. I’m right down the hall.’

‘I will.’

Hesitating, feeling there were other things he should do he went out.