"S. Andrew Swann - Zimmerman's Algorithm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swann S Andrew)

Davy rubbed his head, the blood was sloshing around again. "Don't give me your goddamn life story.
Fuck, you know that job fell through on me. I'm strapped myself. If I don't pull a job out of my ass soon, I'm
going to be living at The Zodiac myself."
"I need to get out of town, Davy."
 "Yeah, so's everyone. D.C. sucks."
"I'm serious. They want me because of the fucking computer."
Davy sat up. "What you talking about?"
"The cops are looking for me 'cause of that goddamn shoot-out where you were going to pick up that
thing."
Davy's vertigo was getting worse. "What do you mean they're looking for you? How the fuck do they
know you have anything to do with itтАФfuck you don't have anything to do with itтАФ"
"I don't know, man, but I need, like, three hundred dollars to get out of town."
"Why they looking for you?" Davy had an evil thought. "You didn't tell anyone about my little job, did
you?"
"Fuck no! What kind of scum you think I am? I didn't tell the cops anything."
Davy's half-drunken mind had already figured out that Lionel was lying.
At first Davy'd thought maybe Lionel had let what he'd known about the job slip to someone else who
was feeding cops information. Davy would like to believe that. After all, Lionel was supposed to be his
friend from the joint. Lionel was supposed to be solid, if not very bright.
But now his asshole friend had pretty much accused himself of selling Davy over to the cops. Lionel
had probably tipped off the cops that had gotten themselves shot up. No wonder the police were looking for
him, and no wonder the shithead was panicking.
Davy did his best to sound calm and reassuring. "Yeah, I know. Guess we better get together and talk."
Davy felt a burning anger, but he managed to smile as he said. "I think I might be able to spare a couple
hundred. Neither of us want you being leaned on by the copsтАФ You come down here, okay?"
"Sure." There was the sound of relief in Lionel's voice. "I knew you'd come through."
Davy nodded and shut off the phone. "Yeah, I'm going to come though all over your ass,
motherfucker."
Davy fantasized about how he was going to stomp Lionel, until the paranoia kicked in. What if Lionel
was completely in bed with the cops? What if Lionel was coming here with a wire? Or worse?
Davy stood up, starting to wonder if he should get his gun, or split town himself, when he heard
someone knocking on the door.
Shit. No way he could have gotten here that fast. No fucking way.
Davy stood up and headed toward the entertainment center. He tripped and fell on his face. He lay
there a moment, stunned, head throbbing. In front of him the tape had stopped and the television cast a
blank blue glow across the room.
As he pushed himself upright, he heard his front door rattling.
The bastards were jimmying his lock. He crawled forward on his hands and knees and pulled a shelf of
pornographic videos down so he could reach the Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum that he kept hidden behind
them. His hands had just reached the gun, grabbing the barrel instead of the butt, when an unfamiliar voice
said, "I suggest you put that down."
Davy turned and looked up into the barrel of a silenced automatic that looked much bigger than his
chrome-plated Smith and WessonтАФprobably because it was pointed at him. He knew instantly that this guy
wasn't a cop.
His fingers slipped from around the barrel of his gun, and he backed off slightly, still on his hands and
knees. "What do you want?"
Two other men came into the living room, and stationed themselves to either side of him. They grabbed
his arms, hoisted him up, and dragged him back to the couch. "You were contracted to do a job," said the
man with the gun. "Move a computer from one place to another."
While the gunman spoke, the man on his left pulled out a small zippered case and opened it, setting the