"Dean Ing - Silent Thunder" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ing Dean)rosewood panel and waved a hand where the capacitance switch would sense it, so that
the panel slid aside to reveal the ice and the bourbon. I've always wondered if cancer was God's justice. Is Terence Unruh an evil man, Walt? Speaking to the President's back, Kalvin said, He's one of your most ardent supporters. But no man's closet is entirely without its skeletons. You wouldn't deny that, you of all people. Harry Rand wheeled, ignoring the slosh of Wild Turkey on his fingers. No, but I can sincerely regret it. God has forgiven my youthful sins, Walter. Why can't you? The use of the full name, 'Walter,' was not lost on Kalvin. Harry did not use it often. I forgave you. Bea wouldn't, but I did. I've even pulled a few strings to help the, um, vessel of your sin in her career. You didn't know that, did you? Harry started on the fresh drink, no longer feeling so fresh himself. No. But now that I do, I bet you could reach her any time you wanted to. A shrug. She's somewhere around, I think. In Washington? With the sensation of ants chewing their way up the back of his neck, Harry was definitely feeling wilted. I think so, Kalvin said as though it were of no importance. Can't expect a pretty Albuquerque girl to stay there forever. Besides, this is where the jobs are. And she Harry Rand made a silent prayer, not for absolution but for deliverance. The girl had been his only stray step from the straight and narrow, but try telling that to Bea! And somewhere around the District of Columbia tonight, that pretty little time bomb was ticking away.... Who does she work for? Walt Kalvin rarely smiled, and when he did, it made him look sly. He was looking sly now. Interested in her again? No! Not the way you mean. I could always ask someone else, said the President, knowing full well his old friend Walt would rather be his only channel of information. She works for a man named Tate. Who's he? Standing up, speaking quickly now: Who does consulting for us through Showers, but Tate's made it plain she should listen to a man named Lathrop, who works for Terry Unruh at Langley. You're telling me that sweet little creature is a CIA employee, said the President. She doesn't know it but indirectly, yes. She does know that she works for you. |
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