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

for a killer as short as the robot. Just right for a human murderer."

George marked her place in the Nero Wolfe and put it aside. "You're not bright enough to figure out the
opportunity, and the means are mundane, if ugly. We'll have to work on motive."

Ginnie poured more cereal in her bowl. "I don't have to come home for this abuse, you know. I can go
back to work and get it from Drobisch."

"I'm better at it, though."

"Only because you have more practice, and perfect genes."

"Motive, motive. Did you know this guy at all from work?"

"No. He's just one of those people who comes in, works constantly, and goes home. He didn't exactly
hang out chatting in the cafeteria. He was working on something classified, they say."

"So it could be industrial sabotage." George frowned. "But why would a saboteur kill him in such a nasty
way? Stabbing out his eyes. That seems so personal. Maybe symbolic. Like, oh, jealousy: 'You'll never
look at another woman again!' "

"He doesn't sound like the lady-killer type," Ginnie said.

"That doesn't mean it couldn't have gone the other way around, right'?"

"He's the kind of guy who spent all his time in the lab."

"So he was fooling around with someone in the lab, then. Was he married'?" Ginnie shook her head. "So
he's seeing someone at the lab, and she gets jealous. Maybe he isn't even fooling around on her. Maybe
she's one of those crazed researchers who goes nuts after too much sleep deprivation."

"Maybe you are," Ginnie commented.

"Who's the last person who saw him alive?"

"His assistant, Jane Yonamura." "Ah-hah!"

"Oh, come on, she doesn't look the type."

"They never do," George said wisely. "What's her line of work?"

"That one I do know. Before she was assigned to Herrera, she ran the clone lab we use." Ginnie helped
design roboticized diagnostic stations, translating Biolnnovation's doctors' expertise into programs that
could detect increasingly fine signs of medical disorder. They went through scores of identical rabbits,
mice, and monkeys, testing the devices. Until she'd been tabbed to find a bug in a robot she'd had no
hand in programming, the most frustrating part of Ginnie's job had been waiting the months it could take
for a mouse genetically predisposed to a heart disorder to mature into symptoms for her programs to
find.

"Tell you what," George said. "Herrera went to Tech years before us, but I'll bet I know some people