"Allison Sinclair - Assassin" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sinclair Allison)

from vice and finance about the goings on in the financial sector, and the
loves, hates and rivalries above those high livers. The killings were not
random.
I'd never accounted for the flash of white I saw in Errel's beads when I told
him about the virus. Could have been an intuition, a sense of unease he would
not admit to himself about his lady's morals; but I would prefer to believe it
was simple fright at the thought of how close he'd come to getting on those
nets, coupled to guilt at the agent of his persuasion. Somehow the finer degrees
of his innocence no longer mattered to me. I wondered what he would find when he
reached 'home'; I wondered if he would ever be back, or if I'd be here when I
came back.
I'd done my best to cover myself, but I hadn't had much time, only nine hours
between seeing D'Inde on that Friday afternoon and making my decision, and Errel
coming home and putting in that disc on Friday night. I'd kept the code as
simple as I could, just the routing and insertion information, and set
transmission to coincide with the assassin disk being activated, but I'd had to
create two viruses and autodigest instructions in nine hours--and I was out of
practice. There was an investigation at the hospital, but large institutions are
always hyperaware of adverse publicity, so it had been strictly internal. Their
people are not nearly as sharp as D'Inde's--now mine--as Glad, for instance.
Sometimes I wonder at the way Glad looks at me, but I may be imagining it, and
she hasn't said anything.
I do a lot of wondering, but I regret nothing.



й Alison Sinclair 1991, 1998
This story first appeared in BBR, Summer 1991.