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

lake of milk. Davy looked at the mirror. "Any chance of getting my supper?"

There was silence, and Davy thought they were ignoring him, or hadn't heard, when the
computer voice said abruptly, "I think... not."

Davy shrugged philosophically and turned back to the bed. There was more plaster dust in the
air and small chunks of Sheetrock on the floor. He went over to the holes in the wall that the chain ran
through. He could see through to the other room, which was dimly lit, but he couldn't see where the
chains went. They dropped down and vanished. When he tugged on one of them, it was as secure as
ever.

He got back on the bed and picked up the book.



The next morning, things changed.

They came before breakfast, right after he finished using the portable commode, three, in scrubs,
unmasked.

Two of them were the men he'd unmasked the night before. Two thugs. And I call them Thug
One and Thug Two. The third was the brunette waitress from Interrobang.

The woman who'd murdered Brian Cox.

They stopped beyond the reach of his chains, Thug One and Thug Two slightly behind the
woman. At first, Davy thought they were still cautious, wary of him because of his action the evening
before, but then he realized it was more of a power dynamic.

The woman was in charge and they were afraid of her.

Wise. Very wise.

He was torn. If he were free, he'd jump. Away? Or do I take her and drop her from the
Empire State Building? And do I catch her before she hits?

"Get off the bed," the woman said.

Davy slid to the side and stood. For the first time in days he was conscious of the open-backed
gown and his bare butt. Standing felt safer, anyway. He noted that her hair was pulled back in the
same tight bun and her makeup was just as heavy, though not running, this time, like it did in the rain.
If she shoots, perhaps I can jump to one sideтАФ

The chains started clanking across the floor, pulling back into the wall, removing the slack. He
had to shuffle backwards to keep up with them. When they stopped, he tugged, but they weren't just
being held by someoneтАФthey'd been secured somehow, in this tighter configuration.
 "Okay, move it." She wasn't talking to Davy, this time. Thug One and Thug Two pulled the bed
away from the wallтАФaway from DavyтАФthen unlocked the casters and rolled it to one side.

Davy didn't like the look of thisтАФbeing held up against the wall brought back memories of his