The expedition sat down on the track (as well as on chairs, tables and - by chance - on the knees of Phantom Assa) and purposefully headed towards the gate.
Ass frowned. When I thought about it, I decided that I hadn't frowned hard enough and started squinting. Father Browning, accustomed to everything, quietly met the eyes of the junior investigator, took a deep breath and began to admire the Milky Way. It was difficult, to put it mildly, in the shaky wagon of the Flying Gorlanders, and Phantom felt another attack of irritation. Sitting to himself. And not a single one of them, Assa, took into account the perspective version. As usual. And in general...
The pursuit of potential criminals who had fled to Stonehenge, presumably, did not seem so important. Harley was, of course, to blame. What is the idiotic tradition of "sitting on the road"? A psychoanalyst who suddenly knelt down on Assa's knees turned the situation from strange to awkward. The investigator barely withstood a minute without moving, in complete silence, until the rest of the expedition members got up from their seats. Harley stayed a little late on the way out and said embarrassingly:
- I'm sorry. Nothing can be seen in this mask... And what to do?
"Don't lie," thought Phantom, but noticing Major Klinch's curious look, he quit:
- Let's go. The intruders will not wait.
Harley, as if feeling that he was remembered, turned his head to the former patient. The psychoanalyst's understanding of the expression on his face finally got Assa. But, fortunately, the Gorlandian almost immediately slowed down near the wrinkled sign with the inscription "Stonehenge".
***
- An attempt to confuse the investigation, ineptly disguised by personal connections! Ha, as they say, ha! - Ass jumped up and ran around the room. After the appearance of the most interesting version of the week, the testimony of Sen Aeslie, the return to Perverts of potential juvenile criminals and the accused - Sandy Kulichick - Phantom was awake as never before. No, like when the search spiders appeared. Or on the eve of the escape of the famous Pervert Four. In short, the investigator regained the usual, cheerful and aggressive state of mind. Being in the way of Assa's office wasn't as dangerous as being in the way of, say, McCanaracle or Mergion Pager, but it also threatened with certain injuries. Mostly Phantom himself.
Harley at the last moment of the spell pushed the chimer trap away from the investigator's route but did not have time to move.
- Look,- the psychoanalyst quietly started, not seem concerned that he was being pressed against the couch in his own office in the most ridiculous way. - You can not approach everything from the perspective of the guardian of the law. And what to do?
Ass slightly loosened his grip and leaned over him.
- And you,- said Phantom sarcastically, - do you think?
The psychoanalyst smiled a little bit and shook his shoulders. However, he was not expected to answer.
***
Harley just sleepily mumbled something incomprehensible, but he didn't wake up. The phantom pulled out a swollen hand from behind his head and, whispering in memory of the unclean power, wiggled his fingers. The psychoanalyst, after all, wasn't oiled. What was he supposed to do with a double bed? Or he would have put a carpet in his office...
Harley sighed quietly, hiding his face somewhere in the neck of the investigator, and he instantly lost the thread of reasoning.
- Harley, - the investigator suddenly stumbled: even the transition of their relationship in a much more personal than just the interaction of the psychologist and patient did not contribute to the disappearance of the treatment of "you". The phantom did not often name people by name at all. - Hell, my neck was asleep. Why is your coach so narrow? Buy yourself a normal bed.
He smiled confusedly.
- Before that, there was no need. What do you think?
The investigator felt the same way only when he caught the main conspirator or any successful completion of a tangled case. It wasn't uncommon, but Assa remembered for a long time the deep satisfaction and pleasant dizziness of knowing his own importance to society. In this case, instead of society, he was dealing with a specific person. However, it was no worse than that.
Harley rejoiced at his presence - flattering. Staying with him, he did not ask for anything and never tried to touch upon the topic of their relations - strangely enough. I had to show initiative, guess, make them answer... And to understand with each answer how secretive Harley really is. Even the teaching staff did not know a damn thing about psychoanalysis. Animals are afraid - and so clearly. The psychologist - thank you, check on himself. There is a motorcycle, and... Everything?
Totkonad would cut half of the ministry for that much information! Phantom needed more. Who was he really? Despite the versions in which Harley was the organizer of the crime, the real meanness or armed attack would not suffice. But he listened without giving any information about himself. He paid attention, not counting on the reciprocal - Ass was exactly the opposite. And now the investigator wanted to study not the alleged intruder, but ... the identity of the alleged intruder.
Of course, after he finally wakes up.