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

She started telling her clients, "I'm going to be gone for the next three weeks. I'm sorry, but a
family emergency has come up and I don't have any choice." She did her best to arrange help for the
most needy, loading up the other therapists in her practice, but, still, she knew she'd lose some of
them. She tried to care but it was hard.

She turned on the bug before leaving the office. Speak into the bra. "Anders, I need to talk to
you. I'm going back to the condo. I suggest you meet me in the parking garage."

She'd driven that day. The glorious crisp days of autumn were giving way to sleet and rain. On
the way back, she recognized in herself a desire to floor the accelerator, to drive recklessly, just to be
doing something, but controlled it, traversing the slick streets with care.

Anders was waiting in the shadowed corner farthest from the stairs, his breath forming a cloud
around his head.

"I'm going to D.C.," she said without preamble. "I can't sit here anymore pretending nothing is
wrong."

He blinked. "What do you imagine you could do?"

"More than I'm doing here!"

He exhaled slowly, a technique Millie often used with excited clients. It was a way of saying
"easy does it" without irritating them, usually without them even noticing it consciously. Often the client
would match the rhythm without realizing it and they would calm down.

This just pissed Millie off more.

Anders said, "You're doing useful things here. You're helping your clients. You're still the bait
that will lure them in."

"It's been over a week. They're not biting. Either that or they've spotted you and got scared off.
If I'm in D.C. they'll have even more chance at me. That's why I'm telling youтАФnot to get your
permissionтАФbut to give you time to shift your base of operations or hand off to your people in
Washington. If it helps, you can make the arrangements, but either way, I'm leaving in the morning."



She took one carry-on bagтАФmostly underwear, toiletries, and the five thousand dollars from the
emergency pack tucked under a spare pair of jeans. The forecast for D.C. was cold and wet so she
wore a blue raincoat with a wool liner and the NSA locater bug in her bra.

At Will Rogers World Airport the damn bug set off the metal detector, but when they sent her to
the side for a "female wand," the security guard loudly diagnosed the offending object as an underwire
bra.

Her cheeks burning, Millie seriously considered dropping the bug in the nearest trash can as
soon as she was away from the security station, but controlled the impulse.

Anders had made the flight arrangements, putting her on a 12:40 P.M. Delta flight into D.C. with