"6 Humano Morphs What Would We Do Without Jill v1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Spenser M D)

"OK, but let's look around for another minute first," Jill said. "I don't trust those men. I still think they had some reason they wanted to find the concert hall."

"I don't trust them, either," Molly said. "But do we have to look around some more? I don't like this, Jill."

"Just stay behind me. Don't be scaredy, like that guy said to us," Jill said, smiling.

As they drew near the concert hall, the two girls walked on the lawns rather than the sidewalks, so no one would hear their footsteps.

They looked all around, creeping silently towards the old red brick building where the local symphony orchestra performed great works of music by composers such as Beethoven and Mozart, Bruckner and Bach.

The moon was high. It cast heavy shadows from the tree branches and the telephone poles onto the lawns surrounding the concert hall.

Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.

"There's nobody here," Molly whispered. "Come on. This is too creepy for me."

"Shhh!" Jill hissed. "If there's anyone here, they must be on the far side of the building. Let's go look."

With Jill leading the way, the girls tiptoed around the building. Then Jill saw something that made her stop dead in her tracks.

She stopped so suddenly that Molly bumped into her. Jill turned quickly with her finger to her lips, then pointed towards the concert hall windows.

In a corner of the building that was almost completely hidden by shadows, one window was propped open. The black Cadillac sat parked in the street, its motor running quietly.

Jill felt Molly tug on her arm.

"This is crazy. Let's go call the police," Molly whispered. "They're robbing the concert hall. Maybe they're stealing money Ч or maybe the musical instruments or something. If they see us, we're dead!"

"Shhhhhhhh!" Jill said. "We'll be all right."

A moment later, two men climbed out of the window. One was the fat man, and behind him came another man.

Jill knew that the hall's windows and doors were always kept locked. Obviously these men had broken into the building.

But one thing struck her as odd. If they really were burglars, she wondered, why did they carry nothing in their hands?

Jill saw no pillowcases stuffed with money stolen from the concert hall safe. The men carried no bags or boxes full of drums and trumpets and clarinets and other musical equipment.

What were they doing, Jill wondered. Why had they gone to so much trouble to break into the concert hall if they weren't going to steal anything?

The men paused on the windowsill and looked around as if they feared that someone might have spotted them. Their eyes swept the landscape, probing into this corner and that, scanning the area for any sign of movement.

Jill and Molly flattened themselves against a bush, held their breath and tried not to move a muscle. Jill felt her heart beating in her throat.

The fat man's eyes scanned the street where Jill and Molly hid, seeming to search the area house by house and lawn by lawn.

Luckily, the girls were hidden deep in the moon's shadows. The fat man's eyes passed over them.

The men said nothing to each other. They just looked at each other and shrugged, then finished climbing out the window. They hurried back to the black Cadillac and closed its doors softly.