"Marc Laidlaw - Flight Risk" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laidlaw Marc)

"Down there," he said. "There's a playground. It's totally deserted."

"How do you think it would look, this boy, with the two of us?"

"I'll take him myself. There's nothing suspicious in that. He's what тАж not even school age? No one will
question."

It was impossible to tell what the giant was thinking. His face gave no clue whether he was considering
the situation, or had closed himself off to any possibility of compromise.
"I'll take care of him," Foster said. "You can watch from up here. And the other, your friend тАж"

"тАж eh тАж"

"Gaunt. He can watch from somewhere closer. In case you're afraid the boy's a flight risk."

The giant made a dismissive gesture. "He has nowhere to run."

Foster glanced over at the boy, who watched them intently, but seemed unable to decode their
conversation.

"He speaks no English?"

"None. That's another problem. How will you make him obey you?"

"How do you?"

The giant didn't answer. There was no need. He was an irresistible force, albeit not as malevolent as he
seemed. Because now he shrugged and opened his hands, palms upward.

"All right. But I'll stay with you."

"Fine."

"We'll be his uncles. If anyone asks."

"Yes, good," Foster said. "You have some warm clothes for him?"

The giant slipped away and returned with a heavy coat, dark and thick, brand new. The boy was worth
that much investment, to someone.

"Don't want him catching cold," the giant said with a shrug, and thrust it at the boy. "Come on," he said.
"We're going out. The doctor thinks you need to play."

"He's a child," Foster repeated. "Of course he needs to play."

In the deserted hall, they kept the boy between them. His small face was hidden in the folds of the thick
hood. Foster started toward the elevator, but the giant shook his head, wagged a finger. "Not that way."

"You think I might run?"