"Barry B. Longyear - Murder in Parliment Street" - читать интересную книгу автора (Longyear Barry)

The doors closed and as the cruiser ascended toward the corridor,
Shad said, тАЬDo you Brits have a weird spelling for parliament?тАЭ

тАЬWhy?тАЭ

тАЬI entered it twice, but this heapтАЩs GPS doesnтАЩt have a listing in Exeter
for any Parliament Street.тАЭ

I looked at the GPS readout. тАЬYou spelled it correctly. Parliament isnтАЩt
on the cruiser response GPS. Put the cruiser down on High Street in front
of the Guildhall.тАЭ

тАЬA secret street and Parker canтАЩt fit in it?тАЭ

тАЬNo secret, but neither Parker nor a cruiser can fit. YouтАЩll see why.тАЭ

He waited a moment for a further explanation. When none came, he
said, тАЬBe mysterious.тАЭ
 Grumpily, Shad guided the cruiser through the Cathedral Vector
Roundabout. No sooner were we through it, than the cruiser dropped from
the corridor and headed toward the illuminated columned gingerbread of
the medieval Exeter Guildhall immediately below us, still the oldest working
municipal building in Britain. High Street, though, was choked with bright
lights, news vehicles, and a crowd. The media were in force.

тАЬIs the king visiting?тАЭ asked Shad.

тАЬNot to my knowledge.тАЭ I looked around. тАЬChange of plan,тАЭ I said
seeing a place nearby where we could put down unobserved. тАЬBehind the
Guildhall, Market Square in the shopping center. Put us down just beyond
that small church.тАЭ I reached forward and flicked off the switch for the light
array. The entire block of buildings, of which the Guildhall was only one,
was a warren of little streets, shops, and walks which had been turned
entirely over to foot traffic and enterprise. The lot of it was called the
Guildhall Shopping Centre. At this time of night, the shops were closed and
the walkways mostly deserted.

Shad changed course slightly and nodded toward the square and the
tiny, ancient church constructed from local red stone. тАЬIsnтАЩt that church St.
Pancreas?тАЭ

тАЬSt. Pancras, not pancreas.тАЭ I saw the duck laughing silently. тАЬAs you
well know,тАЭ I added, dreading my partnerтАЩs delight once he found out the
block opposite the High Street end of Parliament Street had another old
church called St. Petrocks.

After Shad settled the cruiser down next to the small Rougemont
stone church, I had us both copy into micros. The micro is a matte black
cylinder-shaped air mech roughly the size of a lipstick, one end of which
bristles with a variety of forensic instruments. With them I hoped Shad and I