"Steve Perry - Matador 7 - Brother Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

He'd been watching for her, she realized, and now he kept the repellors running. Careful, her brother.

"How'd it go?" he asked, as she got in. She noticed he was wearing his spetsdods. She'd never actually
seen him shoot, but if half the stories were true about how good the matadors were with those little back-
of-the-hand dartguns, they could use them to swat flies at close range. She felt safe enough with her own
pistol snugged over her right hip, but she didn't mind that Saval was armed.

"Apparently the thief was Merlin the Magician," she said. "Invisible, able to walk through walls, and
faster than the halflife of a gotcha-chronon particle."

"Hmm."

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"That a professional opinion?"

He returned her smile.

"Where are we going?"

"Jail," he said. "The boss talked to some people before he and Juete left. Speeded up things some.
They're going to do a scan on your dance partner in about an hour. We can watch, you're interested."

"Oh, I'm interested."

The chamber was not much different from a standard interrogation and medical exam room, Bork saw.
Form-chair, diagnostic bank, cabinets, a sink. But the man in the chair was restrained, pressor field
clamps pinning his wrists and ankles and hips. His head was free to move, the scanner being a fairly
wide induction field that was not affected by motion. With a competent tech running the gear, they could
peel him like an onion; he couldn't run and he couldn't hide. Next to the prisoner, a tech adjusted
controls on the medical scanner.

The viewing window was cleared, though it could be opaqued or mirrored as needed. Bork stood next to
Taz; a young and attractive blonde woman rep from Legal Aid stood on the other side of her, wearing
puce skintights and holding an inducer; two cools in blue and gray work uniforms leaned against the
wall behind the Legal. One was the officer in charge of the Crimes Against Persons section, the other the
Medical Procedures Commander.

"You about ready, Lu?" the MPC asked.

The tech next to the prisoner nodded. "Yeh, we can fire it up any time."

"Telemetry?"

A voice from the speaker on the wall said, "Recording. Baseline and feed are green and green."

"Okay, Lu, give us a nice, clean insertion and for-the-record ID."