"Fitch-SarahAtTheTidePool" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fitch Marina)

"I thought I did." She turned away. "I thought you were -- were . . . . "

Richard cleared his throat. "You thought I was trying to destroy your research."

She pressed her lips together, nodded. She could only guess at the other lies
Jason had told her, keeping her lab was probably one of them. She forced a
smile. "I thought you were taking away my reason for living. I have nothing else
left, Richard. You know that."

"Sarah," he murmured.

Silence stretched between them. Richard sat up suddenly. "Did anyone follow
you?"

"No. I made sure."

"You're positive?"

"I left the lights on in the lab and climbed out the window. And no one's
following you. You have a date with her tonight. That's all they need to know
about your whereabouts." She flicked her hand free and slid from the booth. "I
better go."

"Sarah?"

She looked at him.

"Sarah, be careful."

Sarah's heart pounds. Jason climbs the rock and looms over her. "What?" Sarah
says. "What happened?"

"Something went wrong with the skin," Jason says.

"No, it couldn't have," Sarah says. She stands quickly. Her right leg, still a
mass of tingles, collapses under her and she pitches forward. Jason catches her.
She clings to him, taking the weight off of her throbbing leg. "No, Jason," she
says to his bare chest. "No, nothing went wrong."

He steadies her, his fingers digging into her arms. His voice is low and
accusatory. "Bullshit. The whole thing went wrong."

She shakes her head. Her temples hammer as if the veins will burst. "No," she
says.

"You lying bitch!" Jason holds her away from him and shakes her. "We know,
Sarah. We brought Celeste's body back to MediChem. The glands secreted inward,
into Celeste, not outward into Richard."