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

The more he had thought about itтАФafter the shock of Rafe's death had withdrawn enough for him to
consider the details of the eventтАФthe more it seemed that there was something wrong with what had
happened. The news kept reporting fewer Secret Servicemen involved than he remembered. The men in
the building were in contact with teams outside, Gideon remembered the radio traffic. Then there was the
fact that they'd been armed with silenced weapons. Most bizarre to him was the memory of the men pulling
black Velcro covers off of their jackets to reveal the yellow letters "U.S. TREASURY."
Gideon would've thought that the men weren't Secret Servicemen at all, if it wasn't for the Attorney
General taking the heat for the fiasco.
Gideon kept thinking of Monica, her grief, her all but accusing him of shooting Raphael himself. Could
he trust his own suspicions, or was he only trying, somehow, to find someone to blame other than himself?
He felt sweat rolling down the back of his shirt as he sat down. Here, with the grand jury, at least there
wouldn't be a defense lawyer calling him a liar. All he would have to do was answer the prosecutor's
questions. . .
That would be bad enough.
The prosecutor shuffled a few papers and said, "I'll try to make this brief."
Gideon nodded. Thank God for small favors.
"I want to ask you about what happened in the early morning on February thirteenth of this year. Do
you remember what you were doing then?"
Gideon swallowed and tried not to think of the jurors staring at him. "Yes, I was on a stakeout."
"With Agent Raphael Malcolm of the FBI?"
"Yes."
"Why was he there?"
"I felt the Bureau would be interested in a lead I was following up."
"A lead on the possible location of a stolen Daedalus supercomputer, correct?" "Yes."
"You then had no knowledge that there were already suspects in custody and the computer had been
recovered."
"As far as I knew, no one did."
"Agent Malcolm was related to you, wasn't he?"
"Yes, he isтАФ" Gideon sucked in a breath. "Was my brother."
 The prosecutor nodded. "Why was he with you, and not some other FBI Agent? There is a liaison that
the DC Police Department normally works with, isn't there?"
"Yes." Gideon felt cold, the sweat under his shirt had become like ice on his skin. Were they going to
accuse him of causing Rafe's death, here? What could he say if they did? Could he deny it? He couldn't
even deny it to himself. "I went through my brother because I thought I'd have a better chance of getting an
expedited hearing. I had a specific date, after which the Daedalus was going to be gone, who knows
where. I couldn't wait for the liaison to sift through his priorities and kick it upstairs when he felt like it."
"What was the Bureau's reaction?"
"There wasn't one. They felt the same as the department. The tip I was working off of wasn't credible
enough to assign the manpower I requested."
"But they assigned you Agent Malcolm?"
Gideon nodded.
"Why did they do that?"
"HeтАФ" Gideon's voice caught a bit. "He requested the assignment."
"So it was you and Agent Malcolm, your brother, alone on this stakeout?"
"Yes."
"You had managed to get a warrant to do this?"
"Yes, Judge Bachman, based on an informant's tip."
The prosecutor nodded again, as if he was making some sort of point. "Who was this informant?"
"His name is Kareem Rashad Williams, his street name is Lionel. A small-time drug dealer."
" 'Small-time drug dealer?' But you believed him when he gave you information on a theft worth fifty