"Clancy, Tom - Jack Ryan 02 - Patriot Games" - читать интересную книгу автора (Clancy Tom)

"You'd have to ask Fred. Maybe you could read the data right off the
bubble chips. I don't know how computers work. I just use 'em," Ryan
explained. "Anyway, here are my notes."
"Getting back to your activities of yesterday," Owens said, giving
Ashley a cool look. "We now have you to noon."
"Okay. I broke for lunch. A guy on the ground floor directed me to a
-- a pub, I guess, two blocks away. I don't remember the name of the
place. I had a sandwich and a beer while I played with this thing. That
took about half an hour. I spent another hour at the Admiralty building
before I checked out. Left about quarter of two, I suppose. I thanked
Admiral Woodson -- very good man. I caught a cab to -- don't remember the
address, it was on one of my letters. North of -- Regent's Park, I think.
Admiral Sir Roger DeVere. He served under Somerville. He wasn't there. His
housekeeper said he got called out of town suddenly due to a death in the
family. So I left a message that I'd been there and flagged another cab
back downtown. I decided to get out a few blocks early and walk the rest
of the way."
"Why?" Taylor asked.
"Mainly I was stiff from all the sitting -- in the Admiralty building,
the flight, the cab. I needed a stretch. I usually jog every day, and I
get restless when I miss it."
"Where did you get out?" Owens asked.
"I don't know the name of the street. If you show me a map I can
probably point it out." Owens nodded for him to go on. "Anyway, I nearly
got run over by a double-decker bus, and one of your uniformed cops told
me not to jaywalk --" Owens looked surprised at that and scribbled some
notes. Perhaps they hadn't learned of that encounter. "I picked up a
magazine at a street stand and met Cathy about, oh, three-forty or so.
They were early, too."
"And how had she spent her day?" Ashley inquired. Ryan was certain
that they had this information already.
"Shopping, mainly. Cathy's been over here a few times, and likes to
shop in London. She was last here about three years ago for a surgical
convention, but I couldn't make the trip."
"Left you with the little one?" Ashley smiled thinly again. Ryan
sensed that Owens was annoyed with him.
"Grandparents. That was before her mom died. I was doing comps for my
doctorate at Georgetown, couldn't get out of it. As it was I got my degree
in two and a half years, and I sweated blood that last year between the
university and seminars at the Center for Strategic and International
Studies. This was supposed to be a vacation." Ryan grimaced. "The first
real vacation since our honeymoon."
"What were you doing when the attack took place?" Owens got things
back on track. All three inquisitors seemed to lean forward in their
seats.
"Looking the wrong way. We were talking about what we'd do for dinner
when the grenade went off."
"You knew it was a grenade?" Taylor asked.
Ryan nodded. "Yeah. They make a distinctive sound. I hate the damned
things, but that's one of the little toys the Marines trained me to use at