"Linda Evans - Time Scout 5 - License Invoked" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Linda)

"If you're ready for this, our agent in the New Orleans area is none
other than one Beauray Boudreau."

"Beauray . . . Oh God! You mean Boo-Boo?"




Chapter 2

"Mayfield!" Ringwall shouted.

Elizabeth put down her copy of Paranormal magazine. "Sir?" she said,
springing to her feet. Director Ringwall peered out of his office at
her, his plump-cheeked face glowing pink. He was beaming.

"In here, please, Mayfield," he said.

"Yes, sir," she said, keenly aware of the curious glances shot her way
by the other agents of the Office of Paranormal Sightings Investigation
branch of MI-5 as she scurried in.

Ringwall gestured to her to shut the door. Elizabeth stood, breathless,
on the threadbare rag rug in front of his desk. What was so exciting
that it could make her notoriously moody boss smile?
"Mayfield, I don't have time to make this long. Have you heard of
Fionna Kenmare?" Ringwall asked, snatching up a sheet of fax paper from
his desk.

"Er, yes, sir." Elizabeth immediately drew a mental picture of a skinny
woman with weirdly cut hair and Halloween makeup. She racked her brain
for specific details. "Irish. Sings what she calls acid folk rock.
Something to do with magic, sir."

"That's right, magic," Ringwall said, with savage delight. "Puts it
right into our field, doesn't it? I've got an assignment for you. We
got a call, from, er . . . Upstairs. I don't need to tell you how far
Upstairs. Truth is," he said, leaning over the desktop toward her and
lowering his voice, "I can't. I don't know. But this is a very
important mission. There is reason to suspect that this Fionna Kenmare
is under some kind of psychic or magical attack. She's reported seeing
bleeding cuts appear on her skin when there's nothing sharp nearby.
Suffers mysterious illnesses. Hears voices. In other words, the lot,
and all gloriously unproven."

Elizabeth made a face. "The cuts could be self-inflicted, sir. As for
the rest . . . it'd make good publicity, wouldn't it?"

"Right you are," Ringwall said, with a curt nod. "It's certain to be