"Marina Fitch - Sarah at the Tide Pool" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fitch Marina)Jason grinned. Sarah took a deep breath and began her explanation again. AS JASON strolls toward her, his unbuttoned shirt flapping in the breeze, Sarah rises. Her right leg tingles awake; she sinks again into the squatting position. She takes a long draught from her water bottle, the liquid tantalizing her parched throat. She hesitates, then chugs the last of it. Jason stops, staring at her, a frustrated, angry cast to his features. тАЬI knew IтАЩd find you here,тАЭ he says. тАЬSomething went wrong, Sarah.тАЭ The blood drains from SarahтАЩs face. She swallows. Later, Sarah repeated the explanation. тАЬThe glands are activated by a pulse rate of 200 or higher. A strong dose of adrenaline will do it.тАЭ тАЬAnd youтАЩve given her an adrenaline tablet?тАЭ Richard said. тАЬYes. Watch her. When you get to the hotel room, sheтАЩll probably ask for a glass of water. I made sure the tablet was too big for her to swallow without water.тАЭ RichardтАЩs lower lip trembled. тАЬYouтАЩre sure, Sarah?тАЭ designed the skin. Be very careful. Please.тАЭ She expected him to walk away without saying a word, to leave her in the coffee shop alone. At the very least. A string of obscenities seemed likely, too, or even a slap or a punch. Any of them seemed likely considering what she had just told him тАФ that she had helped plan his assassination. But Richard took her hand under the table, squeezed it, and said, тАЬThank you.тАЭ Sarah looked up. Horror and anger colored his face, but gratitude muted them. тАЬIтАЩm sorry,тАЭ she said. Richard coughed. тАЬYou hated me that much?тАЭ тАЬI thought I did.тАЭ She turned away. тАЬI thought you were тАФ were . . . . тАЬ Richard cleared his throat. тАЬYou thought I was trying to destroy your research.тАЭ 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. тАЬI thought you were taking away my reason for living. I have nothing else left, Richard. You know that.тАЭ |
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