"Eric Flint & Marilyn Kosmatka - Time Spike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Flint Eric)

"I can't stay. I've hit the maximum hours allowed."

"Who're the nurses?"

"Radford. Jennifer Radford."

"Don't know her."

Joe kept his eyes on the clock. "No one does. She just finished her day-orientation. It's her first night
working the floor. And Chris TompkinтАФshe was supposed to train her on nightsтАФcalled off."

"Oh, hell." It was a whisper, but it seemed to carry in the otherwise silent room. Andy shook his head.
"Okay." He was quiet for a moment, thinking again. If they were going to have an untrained nurse passing
morning meds he was going to have to send an extra C.O. to the infirmary. Things had a way of getting
out of hand when untrained personnel dealt with prisoners. The classes helped, but it took time and
working in the environment to learn how to stay alive.

Even experienced nurses ran into trouble. It hadn't been two months since the last incident.Stanley Frye
had stuck Carper Wayne while on their way to the showers. Then, while the nurse was rolling Carper
across the exercise yard to the infirmary, Henry John decided to finish him off. Luckily the nurse had just
been in the way, not the target. She'd still gotten a chipped tooth, a black eye and some nasty scrapes
when he knocked her to the ground so he could plunge a shankтАФmade from a sharpened pork chop
boneтАФinto the downed man's heart.

"How many of my guards are out of the class that just finished?" Andy asked.

"None. That's who I had. They scheduled every damn one of them to start on my shift. Then they didn't
give me enough experienced officers to train them. Every member of your crew is experienced."

"Well, thank God for that."

"Andy, there's one last thing. It seems the white supremacists managed to get hold of that new Mexican
kid that came in last week. We sent him to the hospital. Don't know if he'll make it."
 "How in the hell did that happen? He was supposed to be in the nursery, segregated. P.C.'d." The
nurserywas what everyone called P.C., Protected Custody, a small wing dedicated to the care of child
molesters, snitches, serial rapists, rape victims and the uncontrollably insane. And lately, it housed more
and more childrenтАФaged thirteen to eighteenтАФconsidered dangerous enough to be tried as adults, but
too vulnerable to be put in the general population.

"We have no idea. He came up missing about an hour before supper was served. We went looking and
found him inside the garbage dumpster behind the maintenance shed."

Andy shook his head. The brutalized prisoner, Jesse Martinez, wasn't a menace to society. He was just
young and unlucky. He was a good student, never in any trouble with the law, a quiet boy. But there had
been a wreck, and a woman died; and since he had chosen that night to get drunk, he had to do some
hard time.

"Man, things are fucked up," he growled. "A kid like that had no business in a place like this to begin
with. Goddam politicians. They always figure hollering about being 'tough on crime' will win them