"Johansen, Iris - The Face of Deception" - читать интересную книгу автора (Johansen Iris)

Youd have survived.

She wasnt so sure. She had been too close to going under to take either sanity or survival for granted. Want a cup of coffee? We slum kids make great java.

He flinched. Ouch. I said I was sorry.

She smiled. Just thought Id take a jab or two. You deserve it for generalizing. Coffee?

No, I have to get home to Diane. He stood up. Theres no hurry with this one if shes been buried that long. Like I said, we dont even know who were looking for.

I wont hurry. Ill work on her at night.

Yeah, you have so much time. He looked at the pile of textbooks on the table. Your mom said you were studying physical anthropology now.

Only by correspondence. I dont have time to go to classes yet.

For Gods sake, why anthropology? Dont you have enough on your plate?

I thought it might help. Ive tried to find out all I can from the anthropologists Ive worked with, but theres still too much I dont know.

Youre working too hard as it is. Your schedule is booked up for months.

Thats not my fault. She made a face. It was that damn mention your commissioner gave me on 60 Minutes. Why couldnt he keep his mouth shut? I was busy enough without getting all this out-of-town stuff.

Well, just remember who your friends are. Joe headed for the door. Dont go moving away to some highfalutin college.

Dont talk to me about highfalutin, when you went to Harvard.

That was a lifetime ago. Now Im a good ol southern boy. Follow my example and stay where you belong.

Im not going anywhere. She got up and set the skull on the shelf above her workbench. Except to lunch with Diane next Tuesday. If shell have me. Will you ask her?

You ask her. Im not running interference again. I have my own problems. Its not easy for her being a cops wife. He paused at the door. Go to bed, Eve. Theyre dead. Theyre all dead. Its not going to hurt them if you get a little sleep.

Dont be stupid. I know that. You act like Im neurotic or something. Its just not professional to ig-nore a job.

Yeah, sure. He hesitated. You ever been con-tacted by John Logan?

Who?

Logan. Logan Computers. Hes a billionaire racing on the heels of Bill Gates. Hes been all over the news lately because of the Republican fund-raisers hes been throwing out in Hollywood.

She shrugged. You know I barely keep up with the news. But she did recall seeing a picture of Logan, perhaps in the Sunday paper the previous week. He was in his late thirties or early forties with a California tan and close-cut dark hair with a dusting of gray at the temples. He had been smiling down at some blond movie star. Sharon Stone? She couldnt remember. Well, he hasnt been soliciting me for money. I wouldnt give it to him if he did. I vote Inde-pendent. She glanced at her computer. Thats a Logan. He makes a good computer, but thats the closest Ive ever come in contact with the great man. Why?

Hes been making inquiries about you.

What?

Not personally. Hes going through a high-powered West Coast lawyer, Ken Novak. When they told me down at the precinct, I did some checking and Im almost sure Logans behind it.