"David L. Robbins - Endworld 17 - Atlanta Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

"We'll find her," the Terminator said. "It's only a matter of time."

She refused to speak.

"Wouldn't you prefer to go out together?" he queried. "It would be
better for her."

"As if you had her best interest at heart!" the woman snapped. "Don't
make me laugh!"

"And you do?" the Terminator retorted. "You're kidding no one but
yourself, lady. If you really cared for the kid, you wouldn't have pulled this
stupid stunt."

"How did you find out?" she asked.

"How do you think?" he replied.

"One of the monitors picked us up?" she asked.

The Terminator shook his head. "Guess again."

"My apartment was bugged."

He laughed, a hollow sound under his headpiece. "You flatter yourself.
You weren't even under surveillance."

"Then howтАж" she began, then stopped, insight flooding her mind. "No!"

"Yes," the Terminator responded. "How else?"

"An Informer!"

"Of course," he confirmed.
 "But that's impossible!" the mother exclaimed. "I only told one person."

"One too many," he said.

"No!" she declared. "I refuse to believe you! I told the one person I trust
completely."

"Misplaced trust," he commented.

"You're lying," she stubbornly persisted.

"Am I?" the Terminator replied. "Then how did we know which road
you would be taking? How did we know tonight was the night?" He
paused. "Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money."