"Robert Reed - Treasure Buried" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Robert)

тАЬWhat the hell are we doing, people?тАЭ Mekal screamed from the mound, his
face ready to burst with all the blood. тАЬBe crisp! Be alert! Execute, execute! Eight
runs down is nothing!тАЭ

Another pitch, then the ominous swift crack.

тАЬJust do,тАЭ Wallace muttered to himself, diagramming another blast into left
field. тАЬJust do.тАЭ

He solved the monkey puzzle тАФ it was the freefall sensation, in part -then
helped Simmons and Potz in the Microbe Division, learning enough about green
algae genetics to see new possibilities; and somewhere in the midst of work, without
planning it, he asked Potz about MekalтАЩs young wife. How long had they been
married, how many children?

тАЬThree years, and none.тАЭ Potz gave her coffee a quick suspicious glance.
тАЬRumor says that Mekal lacks. Wants kids and canтАЩt. Only you know rumors, it
could be a lot of hopeful thinking from the downtrodden. The prick shoots blanks,
and all that.тАЭ

Wallace absorbed the comments, nodding and then saying, тАЬHe doesnтАЩt wear
a ring, does he?тАЭ

тАЬProbably allergic.тАЭ

тАЬShe looks young. What is she, ten years younger than him?тАЭ

тАЬMore like fifteen. Met her when he was doing one of those community
relations lectures at the college.тАЭ Potz plucked a thick brown hair from her coffee
cup. тАЬNot mine. Yours? No? God, I was in MeiterтАЩs lab this morning. He had that
yeti skullcap on a countertop, and you donтАЩt suppose . . . uggh!тАЭ Then she sipped
her coffee anyway, smiling eyes on Wallace.

He didnтАЩt notice her expression. He was thinking hard about several things,
some of them invisible even to him. Wallace was famous for his long pauses and the
sluggish, thoughtful voice, particularly when some problem deserved his full focus.
The yeti skullcap, yes. He had to find time to go over the genetic maps with Meiter,
its authenticity established but the Company unsure what to do with their investment.
Rumors said that the Tibetan monks had sold it to them for a small fortune. Their
people were arming against the Chinese again, selling art and oddities worldwide.
What if theyтАЩd sold other yeti artifacts to their competitors? It was a problem, all
right. Cloning the yeti would bring it back from extinction, which was good news.
But were the genes too close to human? That was the main issue now. There were
half a billion rules and regulations concerning genetic work with human substances.
Maybe it would be best for their competitors to move first. Let their fancy lawyers
hit the beach, and all that. ThatтАЩs how the Executives would be thinking now.
Besides, where was the profit in cloning yetis? TheyтАЩd make a splash, sure, but not
like ten or twenty years ago. Resurrecting the dead тАФ one of WallaceтАЩs favorite
things тАФhad reached its high water mark when the Japanese cornered the market on