"Crawford Killian - The Empire of Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Killian Crawford)

only in the worlds downtime whose affairs it guided, and in the worlds uptime
whose fate it sought to escape.

Pierce walked up to Judy Willems, Wigner's staff coordinator.

"Married yet?" A running gag between them, and all the greeting he needed to
give her.

"Not yet." A dazzling smile. She was twenty-four and very good-looking. No
lipstick or breast powder тАФshe needed no cosmeticsтАФand her dark tan and thick
yellow hair were nicely set off by her warm-gold sarong. "Pooped?"

"Mph."

"Dinner tonight?"

"My place or yours?" Another running gag.

"Mine. The squalor you live in makes me want to wash dishes and scrub floors."

"Atavist! When?"



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"OhтАФ1930ish."

"Why not earlier?"

"You won't be through until 1800; you have an all-day appointment with Dr.
Suad."

"Oh boy. How can Wigner send me out again when I've just got back? What's
up?"

She shrugged. "Something to do with Colonials. I don't know the details." He
could tell, though, that she knew enough to make her nervous.

"Christ. Rather deal with endos." He shrugged too. "Tell him I'm here."

Eric Wigner's office, at first glance, could have belonged to an Agency Librarian
(Grade 6). It was windowless, rather small, and cluttered with computer
cartridges, microfiche cards, and the inevitable houseplants; Wigner seemed to
be particularly fond of piggyback plants, grape ivy, and maidenhair fern. Then
one noticed his century-old rolltop desk, the shelves filled with genuine
hardcover books (including a first edition of 1984), the battered couch covered
with real leather, and realized that one was indeed dealing with the Agency's