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

Becca was watching this interchange with interest. When it didn't go any further, she leaned
across and pulled the mouse to her end of the narrow counter running under the monitors. "Here.
We've got a short clip of your exit from the Gallery." She clicked a control and video-in-a-window
began running on the right-most monitor.

Millie watched herself exit the building and run up the sidewalk, the bag held over her head,
splashing through puddles she didn't remember. The camera must've been in a car on the street for
she angled past it, but the view stayed on the Gallery stairs. The first person exiting the Gallery after
her was the heavily made-up brunette in the knee-high boots who'd sat with her in the room with the
Goyas. She started down the stairs at a good clip, then stopped suddenly and took out a phone. The
camera zoomed on her. The woman said something on the phone, then retreated back into the shelter
of the overhang, still holding the phone to her head. A man entered the frame, coming from the street,
but paused there, in the shelter, clutching his tweed jacket together at the neck.

"He's the one who held the cab for me."

"Yes," said Becca. "What about the woman?"

"She was in the Goya gallery with me, but that's the only time I saw her. However, it was after
the Monk found me, so I think he passed me to her."

"The Monk?" asked Anders.

"Blond man, blue windbreaker, large bald spot." She used her finger to draw its size and
placement on her own head. "Like a tonsured monk. I lost him once and doubled back close enough
to overhear a phone conversation." She closed her eyes for a moment. "He said, 'We picked her up
at her hotel. She dropped the black woman on Columbia then came to the National Gallery. Hyacinth
followed her into the East Building and her team is staking out the ground floor exits while I'm
covering that underground walkway to the other building.' " Millie opened her eyes and shrugged.
"Then he saw me and cut the call."

Becca blinked and turned to Anders. "You didn't say she was in the game."
 Anders looked mad. "She's not. Why'd you do that? Sneak up on him, I mean."

Millie cheeks warmed. "I had to know if they were really following me."

Anders kept staring at her as if he wanted more.

She bit her lip. "This has been stressful enough. I wantedтАФI neededтАФto rule out paranoid
delusions."

Becca opened her mouthтАФa silent "ah." "You are a mental health professional, aren't you. And
the black woman?"

"She's pretty much a mental health professional, too, in her own way." Millie smiled to herself.
"She's a homeless mental patient who knows Davy. He's helped her several times in the past few
months. She's asking the street people she knows if they saw anything the night of the abduction." She
gestured at the screen. "Did your man hear anything?"

"No, she finished as he came up. But Becca recognized her," Anders said.