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

Office, actually,тАЭ Shad said using his Laurence Olivier playing Marcus
Licinius Crassus voice. Quite intimidating, even coming from an illuminated
flying lipstick.
 тАЬNo offense there, detective,тАЭ said the officer stiffly. тАЬBut you two bits
pop out the dark all sudden like a couple eyeballs from bleedinтАЩ Hell. Not
half taken aback I was.тАЭ

тАЬOur apologies, Styles,тАЭ I said. тАЬWe were trying to avoid the media
tumult at the High Street end. Do we log in with you?тАЭ

тАЬSergeant Dunn, sir.тАЭ He gestured with his head toward the walkway
he was guarding. тАЬSergeantтАЩs at the other end. He sort of expected you to
report there.тАЭ

тАЬIndeed. Are you chaps responsible for all the media attention? On
High Street it looks like the resurrection and marriage of Princess Di and
Elvis.тАЭ

The corners of StylesтАЩs mouth turned down as he shook his head.
тАЬDonтАЩt understand it. Naught there but a dead bird.тАЭ

тАЬIt was reported to us that the deceased is a bio,тАЭ I said.

He shook his head and turned down the corners of his mouth. тАЬCanтАЩt
prove it by me, inspector. Looks like any other old sky rat to me.тАЭ He
grinned. тАЬNo shortage of pigeons in Exeter, is there,тАЭ he said with an
attempt at jocularity that faded rather rapidly as neither of the pips hovering
before him reacted. The corners of his mouth resumed their downward
turn.

тАЬIf the victim is a bio,тАЭ said Shad, still as Marcus Licinius Crassus, тАЬit
probably carries a human imprint, Styles. It may be a murder victim.тАЭ

The police constable shrugged his wide shoulders, his face devoid of
expression. тАЬNot paid to worry about bios,тАЭ he said. тАЬYour job, now, isnтАЩt it?
No offense, detective, but the bloke couldnтАЩt of thought much of hisself
getting copied into a pigeon suit. Might as wellтАЩve copied into a toad or a
flippinтАЩ dung beetle, right? Besides, amdroids all got bodies tucked away in
stasis somewheres, donтАЩt they?тАЭ

тАЬSome do,тАЭ began Shad coolly.

тАЬThank you, Police Constable Styles.тАЭ Outside of StylesтАЩs hearing, I
transmitted to Shad, тАЬStop turning your crank and follow me.тАЭ

тАЬThe bozo,тАЭ Shad muttered as we swooped into the dark narrow
passage, the walls on either side made of poured composite glass, smooth
but tinted to look like brick. The only illumination came from the lights on
High Street.