Спиннинг штекерный Mikado "Nihonto Red Cut Perch 200" (3-15 г)

Foster," Nikki said, stepping around beside the desk and peering at the book with him. "I don't know the first name, but I think he's in thirty three-oh-four." "Nah, our numbers don't run that way," the guard said, sliding his finger quickly down the long line of names. "We have a thirty-three-dee, though… " Nikki slipped her right hand into her purse and worked her fingers quietly through it while she watched the guard search the list. "Nope," he announced, "three-three-dee is Blumquist." "Gosh," Nikki said disappointedly. "Well, do you have the names listed alphabetically?" "Yeah," the guard replied, flipping to the back of his ledger. "But I'll tell you, dear, I've been here six weeks, and I don't recognize that name… I don't think we have any Foster-" "No shit, Stupid," Nikki said, and cracked him smartly behind the ear with the barrel of the revolver. He collapsed like a doll on top of the desk, his grey bus driver's cap tumbling to the floor. She took a quick look at his head, twisting her mouth when saw the angry red cut on his ear, already oozing a trickle of blood ...»