"L. E. Modesitt - Archform Beauty" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

The gates irised wide. Took the west tube and came out beyond the Park and towers. Westside's on the
other side of the river, if you can call the Platte a river. The metroplex quarters fan out from the Park.
Northside's production; eastside's transport and sariman housing; southside is filch, wish-filch, and upper
sariman. Then, there's westside--trades, servies on the way up, servies on the way down, and a
scattering of netless blocks--the downs. DPS links worked there, but not much else. Could have taken
the express tube, but you don't learn much underground. Instead, I went over the Elletch Bridge. Saw all
the servies in their old scooters or on the shuttle glideway headed to southside or northside.

Off the bridge, I turned north on the Bryant Guideway, then west past the Westside Fields.

First stop was Morss's Galleria. Fancy name for an old-style pool joint with a couple of formulators that
served food at four times the cost of home units. Mornings were slow. Only a side table was used. Two
old ex-servies. They leaned on their cues as much as used them. Both watched when I walked in. Was
wearing a dark blue singlesuit--sariman business style. They still watched.

Morss moved to me quickly, then stopped. "It was looking to be a beautiful day. Been a while,
Lieutenant."

Morss always said that. Could have been talking to him the day before. Still tell me it had been a while.

"Little stuff. Lots of it." Didn't look at him, exactly. Not with the scar running from the corner of his mouth
to his ear. Just waited, my eyes mostly on the street.

"You always had a sense 'bout that. Remember the time you walked to Gian's, then walked away? You
couldn't a been ten. Chou and his boys goin' over Gian."

"Gian didn't forget."

"Sure didn't." Morss shook his head. "Today... this week... nothin' I know about." He frowned. "Was
Luke's kid Al. Disconnected the overrides and safeties on his dad's lorry. Ran it off the guideways and
into Clear Creek."

Didn't sound like what I needed. "Know why?"

"No one does. He didn't tell no one. Not even his girl. She been crying nonstop, they say. Young Al, he
was a quiet kid, mostly. Been to FlameTop concert last night. Found him early this morning. Luke was
real broke up. His boy was a good kid."

"Sorry for them both. And the girl."

"You might know her, Lieutenant. Tasha Lei."

"Zhou Lei's daughter?"

"His youngest. Zhou wasn't too happy about the two of them. Never said much, but I could tell."

"You think it was a screen?"

Morss shook his head. "Naw. Zhou figured it wouldn't last. Al never stayed with a girl more than a few