"Steven Gould - Jumper 02 - Reflex" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gould Stephen Jay)

Disappeared. The matter-of-fact way she said it made Davy want to cry.

"┬┐Cu├бndo vuelve su madre?"

"Por la ma├▒ana."

He dug his emergency cash out of an inner pocketтАФfive hundred dollars in twenties, another
thousand in hundred dollar bills, all wrapped with a rubber band.

"Oculte esto." He mimed hiding it beneath his jacket. "D├й esto a su madre. Para la
cubierta." Give it to your mother. For housing.

The girls looked blank. He said, "Para su propia casa." For your own house. He tossed the
cash lightly into the box, onto the foot of the sleeping bag.

The kids stared at it, like it might bite them.

"┬бOculte esto!" he repeated. That amount of money could easily get them killed in their
situation.

The older girl finally took it and shoved it beneath the sleeping bag.

He turned off the flashlight and stood up. As he turned to walk away he added, "Buena
suerte." They'd need luck, even with the money.

He heard movement in the box but didn't look back.

When Davy finished threading his way through the entrance foyer and into the side room, he
found Brian Cox sitting near a front window with a newspaper open, but not lifted quite high enough
to block his view of the restaurant. Davy could tell Cox had spotted him first, probably while he was
still on the street.

Cox was wearing his hair longer these days, looking somewhat professorial, and the football
lineman physique of a decade past had turned into middle-aged heaviness draped in tweeds. Davy
dropped into the seat opposite him with a sigh.
 "Something the matter?" Cox folded the paper and put it down on the table.

"Yeah. I just had a delightful conversation with two little girls from Chiapas."

"You jumтАФcame here from Mexico?"

"No. These two little girls are living in a refrigerator carton two blocks from here. Their mother
works the graveyard shift as a janitor, leaving them alone most of the night. Their father was
disappeared back in Chiapas."

Cox looked at him, surprised. "How do you find these people?"

"They're all over the place, Brian. You just have to open your eyes."