"Katharine Kerr - Resurrection" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine)

back, lowers her good hand.

"Jesus god I'm sorry. Dint see you come up, dint see you at all, kid."
"You a vet, right?"

"Yeah."

"It's cool. My brother, he's a vet. I understand. Sorry I startled you. You dunt have to feel bad. Really."

She takes a last deep breath, lets it out very slowly, tosses her head once, shoves her bad hand deeper
into one jacket pocket and puts her piece of paper away in the other. The boy тАФ he's maybe seventeen
тАФ manages a tentative smile. She sees then the name-tag pinned to his shirt: J-O-S-H. Josh. An
employee.

"You looking for something?" he says. "Be glad to help you find it."

"Yeah, actually. A book called HUNTER'S NIGHT. By Albert Allonsby."

Josh frowns, considering, unsnaps a transmit from his belt, frowns at the tiny keyboard, then one letter at
a time with a careful forefinger types in the name of the book. A beep: he turns the unit so that she can
see the thin stripe of screen, flashing "unknown."

"Sure you got that right?" Josh says. "Hey, lemme try the author. Can't be a lot of dudes with a name like
that."

He types again; again the screen flashes. Unknown.

"Come on up to the counter, and we go ask the boss. She maybe look it up in BOOKS IN PRINT or
something."

The boss, a gray-haired white woman in jeans and a T-shirt that says "What's the good word?" does just
that, talking the author and title into the main ROM comp behind the cluttered counter. While the unit
searches, Tiffany studies the piles of dollar postcards and free bookmarks that lie every which way, so
jumbled that she loses track of where the edges of one stack end and the next begins. Fortunately, before
this contour melt-down can spread and disorganize her entire view, the boss speaks.

"No such book in print, sorry, not for the last ten years anyway."

"Weird. The copy I lost was new. I mean, I'm pretty sure it was new."

"Where'd you buy it?"

"Got it at a USO in Greece."

"Oh!" The boss grins, painted red mouth in a wrinkled face. "Well, you know, I bet it's a Euro edition,
then. It was probably never picked up by a publisher over here. Happens all the time, and Albert
Allonsby sounds like a Euro name to me. Lessee, there's a couple of import bookstores in town. I
probably have a card for one of them lying around here. Or you can try a used bookstore. They get all
sorts of odd things."