"Robb, J D - In Death 13 - Betrayal In Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robb J D)

"Ah, no offense, Lieutenant, but you need pretty sharp tech skills to get through the primary layers, and after that, you gotta have magic."
Roarke simply shifted again, so that he came on-screen. "McNab" was all he said.
"Oh. Well, if you're doing it, frigid. I'll shoot what I've got going over. Like I said, the hits we got with this Sterling are on legal sites. A couple of them are on the edge, but hold up. Nothing's popped on the real nasty stuff yet, but we've got a long way to go."
"Good work. Take a break."
"We already did." He couldn't help but grin. "We're pretty recharged now."
"Thank you for sharing," Eve said dryly. "Send the data to Roarke's home office unit."
She broke transmission, wandered away to let her mind clear.
"I'll leave the tracking to you. You can pass it, at whatever stage you might be in, to Feeney and McNab in the morning. I know you've got other stuff going on."
"I'll deal with it."
"I should have told you, I have a press conference tomorrow. You might want to squeeze in one of your own."
"Already scheduled. Don't worry about me, Eve."
"Who said I was?" She heard the beep from his office. "That's your data coming in."
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She tracked the wire. Now that she knew where and how to look it was remarkably simple. One length, cash purchase, the day before Werner had his "heart attack." The store, Silverworks, carried a Georgetown address. Its ad page boasted of seventy-five years in business, serving the discerning.
She imagined she would find that Yost had dropped in on several other shops that day, treating himself to a few gifts.
She did a travel search, requesting the top five hotels in the East Washington area, then switched to transpo, picking out companies who offered rentals on high-end vehicles.
She ordered her computer to cross-reference, and list any names that appeared on both scans.
While it processed, she got more coffee and decided to give her overworked eyes a rest. She didn't know how the drones in EDD managed it. She kicked back in her sleep chair, closed her eyes, and went through her mental list of priorities for the morning.
Contact the silver shops, the hotels, and vehicle rentals in East Washington and London. Request proper authority to locate Freda and Mollie Newman. Won't get it, but ask anyway. Prep for stupid damn press conference. Check Mira's progress on profile and Feeney's on the wire.
Real estate holdings. Private estates. She'd ask Roarke about that.
The lab. Pound Dickhead. The morgue. Check if remains of Jonah Talbot are ready to be released to next of kin.
Better see how Roarke's doing now. Check on that in just a minute, she thought. And it was her last thought before she dropped into sleep.
Into the dark.
Shivering in the dark, but not from the cold. Fear was like a skin of ice over her small and fragile bones, rattling them together so she could almost hear the helpless, hollow sound of them.
No place to hide. There was never anywhere to hide. Not from him. He was coming. She could hear the heavy, deliberate footsteps growing louder outside her door. She glanced toward the window and wondered what it would be like if she just leaped from the bed, threw herself through the glass, and let herself fall. Fall free.
Freedom in death.
But she was too afraid, even with what would walk into her room, she was more afraid of the leap.
She was only eight.
The door opened, nightmare within nightmare, dark against dark with only the faintest of light washing behind the shadow of him, giving her his shape without a face.
Daddy's home. And he sees you, little girl.
Please, don't. Please, don't.
The plea was a scream in her head, but she didn't say it. Saying it wouldn't stop him, could make it worse. If it could be worse.
His hands were on her now, creeping under the blanket like spiders, skittering along her icy skin. It was worse, horribly worse, when he took time to touch her before ...
She closed her eyes tight, tried to go somewhere else in her mind. Anywhere else in her mind. But that he wouldn't allow. It wasn't enough just to defile, just to abuse.
So he hurt her. He knew how. Fingers squeezing, invading, until she began to weep. When she wept, his breath thickened, the filthy excitement of it clogging the air in the room.
Such a bad little girl.
She tried to push him away, tried to make her body somehow smaller, small enough that even he couldn't get inside it. And now she begged, too desperate, too terrified to stop herself. And she screamed, a long, broken cry of pain, of despair when he pushed himself into her and began to plunge.
Her eyes, swollen with tears, opened. She couldn't stop them. And she watched, frozen with horror, as her father's face changed, as the features melted and re-formed.
It was Yost who raped her now, Yost who slipped a silver wire around her throat. And though she was no longer a child but a woman, a cop, she couldn't stop him.
No air. No breath. The cold trickle of blood on her skin where the shining wire cut into fragile flesh. A roar in her head, a torrent of sound like the world screaming.
She flailed out, using her fists, her nails, her teeth, and was pinned.
"Eve, come back. Eve."
It was Roarke who held her now, but she was trapped in the dream. He could see her eyes, wild and blind, feel the frantic thunder of her heart. And she was cold, so cold.
He said her name, over and over, pressing her close as if that alone would bring the warmth back to her body. Her fear had him by the throat, like a mad dog that refused to release either of them.
She fought him, gasping for air like a woman drowning, until in desperation he pressed his mouth to hers as if to give her breath.
She went limp.
"You're all right, you're safe." He rocked, comforting them both. "You're home. Baby, you're so cold." But he could not bear to leave her, even to get a blanket. "Hold onto me."
"I'm okay. I'm all right." But she wasn't, not yet.
"Hold onto me anyway. I need it."
She wrapped her still unsteady arms around him, let her face burrow into his shoulder. "I smelled you. Then I heard you. But I couldn't find you."