"Martha Soukup - Things Not Seen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Soukup Martha)

"Get this. You know the guy who got killed the other day? The security robot completely flaked, didn't
record the murder. I'm supposed to figure out what went wrong with it."

"Oh, now, that's interesting. Think you'll find out who killed him?"

Ginnie walked past her sister into the kitchenette. "That's 'none of my business.' I'm just supposed to find
why the security robot screwed up." She took down a bowl and a box of raisin bran.

"Robots and computers. Very dull. The murder of Ralph Hen-era, that's interesting. Hey, he's a fellow
CalTech alum. You should catch his murderer to avenge the glory of our alma mater. And that's not a
real dinner, you know."

Ginnie put the milk back in the refrigerator. "Tough. You cook a real dinner, I'll be glad to eat it."

"You order out for a real dinner, I'll be glad to warm it up in the microwave. So, the murder. Who offed
him?"

"I don't know. Everything's very hush-hush. DrobischтАФhe's the security idiot, he's got to really be
sweating his jobтАФwon't tell me why. Maybe he's not in on it either, I don't know. I don't know Herrera's
work, I don't know his social life, I don't know if he had negatives of Drobisch in bed with his German
shepherd. I just have to find the bug." She took a big spoonful of cereal. "Of course, the idea that they
spent so much money for a security droid that can't even spot a murderer is probably reason enough. But
then, they're hiding the robot from the cops."

"I hate it when you talk with your mouth full. That's what I'd sound like, if I didn't have any manners. It's
not a pretty thought, you know."

Ginnie crunched her cereal.

"Means, motive, opportunity," George said. Ginnie noticed belatedly that the novel George was reading
was a Nero Wolfe. "You must know something we can deduce from."

"Opportunity, I don't understand. Motive, I haven't a clue. Means, an ice pick right into the brains and
swirled around a bit."

"Ugh. Can the ice pick be traced?"

"That's something for the cops to do. I doubt it, though. I got a pretty good look at it in the robot's visual
memory. It was an ordinary Sears ice pick."

"Fingerprints?"

"Smudged palm prints, from what I hear."

"Could be his, if he tried to pull it out. What makes you think the robot didn't do it? Aren't you worried to
be around the thing?"

Ginnie shook her head. "I made sure to ask about that. There was brain matter on the ice pick. It would
have got on the murderer's hands. There was none on the grasping limbs the robot could have used to
hold the weapon, only blood and vitreous goop from the eyes. Anyway, the angle of entry was all wrong