"Terry Dowling - La Profonde" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dowling Terry)

Dee, we need to talk. I have documented proof of what you
and Cally did to Edilo Ltd. Take the 12:55 to Morley Station on
Sunday for a 1:30 pm meeting. You wonтАЩt tell the others and
you will come alone. This is your one chance.

Jay couldnтАЩt see DerwentтАЩs eyes, but he could easily picture the
determination heтАЩd find in them amid the rage and desperation. Dee had
been threatened with having his scam exposed, the dangerous emails heтАЩd
thought heтАЩd purged from the office systems while he and Cally were
plundering Edilo in true insider fashion. Three years of enjoying the spoils;
now this summons to a deserted suburban railway station on a hot Sunday
afternoon. HeтАЩd had enough.

Jay hauled himself up onto the platform. Morley Station was almost as
new as the housing estates going up all about them beyond the cutting, just
a stretch of hot concrete between two sets of tracks, with nothing more than
a modest double-sided passenger shelter, two lamp-posts with signs
attached saying Morley, and a set of iron steps at one end leading up to a
deserted bus-stop and a car-park, both as deserted as the station at this
time of day. тАЬA profonde, Derwent? Ever hear of one?тАЭ

But for Derwent there was only one issue. His sunglasses might be
hiding his eyes but his other features showed the full extent of his emotion.
тАЬThree fucking years, Jay. What do you want?тАЭ Not, Jay noticed, how the
hell did you find out?

Jay grinned and gestured down the platform to where the rails
stretched off in the afternoon glare. тАЬI want you to take a walk with me, Dee,
thatтАЩs all.тАЭ

тАЬChristine and the kids know where I am, Jay.тАЭ

Jay doubted that, and ultimately it didnтАЩt matter. тАЬSo whatтАЩs the harm in
taking a walk so we can talk about this?тАЭ
 тАЬTalk about it here. What do you want?тАЭ It was the old Derwent, the
pre-scam Derwent showing through, but it truly was a mere shadowplay of
how Dee had been three years before, a bravura display from a broken
puppet.

Jay squinted in the glare. He glanced up and down the quiet platform
in its lonely cutting. No sunglasses for him. Never. He listened to the hot
breeze pushing through the grass on the embankments, then glanced at
this watch. тАЬDerwent, IтАЩm going to start walking north along the tracks now. If
youтАЩve got any sense, any interest in saving your fat ass, youтАЩll take that walk
with me. ItтАЩs up to you, buddy.тАЭ

And, true to his word, Jay turned and began heading along the
platform.

Derwent swore, called after him, shouted abuse, even the beginnings