"The Cabinet of Curiosities" - читать интересную книгу автора (Preston Douglas)

Nora noticed that the new cop had gold captain's bars on his shoulders. He had thinning hair, a sallow complexion, and narrow black eyes. He was almost as fat as the man in the brown suit.
The captain looked at Pendergast. "May I see your identification?" His voice was small and tight and high.
Pendergast once again removed his wallet. The captain took it, examined it, and handed it back through the gate.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Pendergast, the FBI has no jurisdiction here, particularly the New Orleans office. You know the procedure."
"CaptainЧ?"
"Custer."
"Captain Custer, I am here with Dr. Nora Kelly, of the New York Museum of Natural History, who has been placed in charge of the archaeological survey. Now, if you'll let us inЧ"
"This is a construction site," broke in the brown-suited man. "We're trying to build a building here, in case you hadn't noticed. They've already got a man looking at the bones. Christ Almighty, we're losing forty thousand dollars a day here, and now the FBI?"
"And who might you be?" Pendergast asked the man, in a pleasant voice.
His eyes flickered from side to side. "Ed Shenk."
"Ah, Mr. Shenk." In Pendergast's mouth, the name sounded like some kind of crude implement. "And your position with Moegen-Fairhaven?"
"Construction manager."
Pendergast nodded. "Of course you are. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Shenk." Immediately, he turned back to the captain, ignoring Shenk completely.
"Now, Captain Custer," he continued in the same mild voice, "am I to understand that you will not open the gate and allow us to proceed with our work?"
"This is a very important project for the Moegen-Fairhaven Group, and for this community. Progress has been slower than it should be, and there's concern at the very highest levels. Mr. Fairhaven visited the site himself yesterday evening. The last thing they want is more delays. I've had no word about FBI involvement, and I don't know anything about any archaeological businessЧ" He stopped. Pendergast had taken out his cell phone.
"Who're you calling?" Custer demanded.
Pendergast said nothing, the smile still on his face. His fingers flew over the tiny buttons with amazing speed.
The captain's eyes darted toward Shenk, then away again.
"Sally?" Pendergast spoke into the phone. "Agent Pendergast here. May I speak with Commissioner Rocker?"
"Now, lookЧ" began the captain.
"Yes, please, Sally. You're a treasure."
"Perhaps we could discuss this inside." There was a rattling of keys. Captain Custer began to unlock the gate.
"If you could kindly interrupt him for me, I'd be so grateful."
"Mr. Pendergast, there's no need for this," said Custer. The gate swung open.
"Sally? I'll call back," said Pendergast, snapping the phone shut.
He stepped past the gate, Nora at his side. Without pausing or speaking, the FBI agent took off across the rubbled ground, trotting directly toward the hole in the brick wall. The others, taken by surprise, began to follow. "Mr. Pendergast, you have to understandЧ" the captain said as he struggled to keep up. Shenk followed angrily, like a bull. He stumbled, cursed, kept coming.
As they approached the hole, Nora could see a faint glow within, and a flash of light. A pause, another flash. Someone was taking pictures.
"Mr. PendergastЧ" Captain Custer called.
But the lithe FBI agent was bounding up the pile of rubble. The others halted at the base, breathing heavily. Nora followed Pendergast, who had already vanished into the dark hole. She paused on the broken wall and peered down.
"Do come in," said Pendergast, in his most inviting southern voice.
She scrambled down the fallen bricks, coming to a stop on the damp floor. There was another flash of light. A man in a white labcoat was bent over, examining something in a small arched niche. A photographer stood at another niche with a four-by-five camera, bracketed by two slave flash units.
The man in the white coat straightened up, peering at them through the dust. He had a thick shock of gray hair that, combined with his round black-framed glasses, made him look faintly like an old Bolshevik revolutionary.
"Who the devil are you, barging in like this?" he cried, his voice echoing down the barrow. "I was not to be disturbed!"
"FBI," rapped out Pendergast. His voice was now totally different: sharp, stern, officious. With a snap of leather, he shoved his badge toward the man's face.
"Oh," the man said, faltering. "I see."
Nora looked from one to the other, surprised at Pendergast's apparent ability to read people instantly, then manipulate them accordingly.
"May I ask you to please vacate the site while my colleague, Dr. Kelly, and I make an examination?"
"Look here, I'm in the middle of my work."
"Have you touched anything?" It came out as a threat.
"No . . . not really. Of course, I've handled some of the bonesЧ"
"You handled some of the bones?"
"Consistent with my responsibility to determine cause of deathЧ"
"You handled some of the bones?" Pendergast pulled a thin pad and a gold pen from his jacket pocket and made a note, shaking his head in disgust. "Your name, Doctor?"
"Van Bronck."
"I'll make a note of it for the hearing. And now, Dr. Van Bronck, if you'll kindly let us proceed."
"Yes, sir."
Pendergast watched as the ME and the photographer climbed laboriously out of the tunnel. Then he turned to Nora and spoke in a low, rapid voice. "It's your site now. I've bought us an hour, maybe less, so make the best of it."
"The best of what?" Nora asked in a panic. "Just what am I supposed to be doing? I've neverЧ"
"You're trained in ways that I'm not. Survey the site. I want to know what happened here. Help me understand it."
"In an hour? I don't have any tools, anything to store samplesЧ"