"Peter David - PSI-man 2 - Deathscape" - читать интересную книгу автора (David Peter)

He looked up at her and said, "As soon as we're out of Boulder, we contact the authorities
and tell them about the dead man."

She blew air out from between her lips impatiently. "What's the point of that? It won't
make him any less dead. And when they do find him, they close off his file and the Card
becomes inactive. We're wasting an opportunity. As long as we keep the purchases small,
people don't even bother to verify the retina patterns. And when the government finds out the
guy is a stiff, what are they going to do? Come to the cemetery for payment?"
 "That's fraud," he said quietly. "Besides, how do you know they won't hound the stiff's next
of kin? And that's another thing. Don't you think his family is entitled to know he's dead?
They're probably worried sick."

It was frustrating for her. On the one hand it was Chuck's high sense of morality and
diligence that she found attractive. On the other hand, it sure could be a pain in the ass
sometimes. "All right," she sighed finally, "all right, already. As soon as we're out of Boulder.
Okay?"

"Okay." He smiled thinly at that. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I must be nuts. I'm probably nuts just being here with you."

"I warned you that you shouldn't come with me," he told her. He fiddled with the straw
that was sticking out of his half-emptied glass of soda. "But you did what you felt like doing.
You could've stayed with the circus. Maybe you should go back," he added with a sigh.
"Dakota, this isтАФ"

Where's my food?

The brisk and rather sharp question came into Chuck's mind from just outside the window
next to them. He mentally scolded himself. "Sorry."

"Sorry what?" said Dakota.

"Not you. TheтАФ"

"The dog, right," Dakota finished for him. "Y'know, you say you and that horse-sized dog of
yours talk telepathically. Part of me thinks you're just jerking me around, but the other
partтАФthe majority, I guessтАФbelieves you."

"Why is that?"

"Because every so often you have these flashes of common sense, and I don't think they're
coming from you."

"Uh-huh," said Chuck as he slid open the window next to him. Warm and heavy air
washed over him as he tossed his untouched veal cutlet out the window. It never made it to the
ground as Rommel, unseen below, caught it in his jaws.

That's it? came after a moment.