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

Gideon set down his binoculars. "Okay, let's forget the truck. It probably isn't coming." He picked up
the radio and called in his location, telling the dispatcher that he was going to serve a warrant on an
abandoned building.
When he put the microphone down, Raphael asked, "Aren't you going to call in some backup?"
"As everyone points out, this is probably nothing. I haven't seen any sign of activity in there for the past
three hours. I call for backup now, I'll get my ass reamed for wasting city resources."
"Uh-huh," Raphael got out and drew his gun.
Gideon got out on his side and looked at Raphael, "Observer, huh?"
 He grinned and said, "Haven't been in the field in three years. Nice to get the blood pumping again."
Gideon shook his head and pulled out a Mag-lite from under his seat and drew his own weapon.
They walked slowly up to the building, Gideon watched the dead windows for any sign of movement,
but nothing stirred, and no other lights showed inside the structure.
Raphael actually took the lead by a few steps. "I wonder if that light out front is on a different meter."
Gideon shrugged. "Drug dealers hijack power all the time. Someone could have wired a single room in
this place, and didn't realize the front light was on the same circuit." "So you do think we've got a meth lab
now?"
"I don't know what we have." Gideon grinned at Raphael. "But we do have a warrant."
The building loomed over them as they approached. It was a five-story structure of red brick, the
windows set into pointed arches. On the first two stories, the windows were boarded over with plywood.
From there on down, the building was almost solid graffiti.
They reached one corner of the building and one spray-paint logo stood out. Gideon noted it in passing.
It was a red Hebrew character, " N." Since when do we have Jewish street gangs tagging walls?
"We've been here for hours," Raphael whispered, his breath fogging in the cold air. "Maybe your truck
pulled up around back."
Gideon followed Raphael as he ducked into an alley next to the building. The narrow passage was piled
with trash and smelled like overripe sewage. They had to step over broken bottles, empty six-packs, used
condoms, and someone's old spare tire.
They emerged where the parking lot's weed-shot asphalt wrapped around the building. Gideon noticed
that most of the debris was pushed off to the side of the building back here. There wasn't any truck, but
there was a crumbling concrete ramp down into the side of the building. It ended in a rolling garage door.
Gideon looked at the garage door, and glanced at Raphael. "Could we have missed a truck?"
Raphael looked down to where the lot curved around the building. "I thought you had the entrance
covered?"
Gideon nodded. He had. There was no way they could've missed a truck showing up.
The lot behind the building was bordered on two sides by neighbor buildings. The fourth side, opposite
their building, was a vacant lot hiding behind a rusty chain-link fence. A streetlight on a utility pole cast an
artificial glow over the whole back lot, making it look like a stage set.
"There's only the one way back here," Gideon said. "Maybe it was already here when we arrived. It's
got to be a bitch moving that thing."
"Would it take more than five hours?"
Raphael was right about that point. Reportedly, the thieves who hijacked the Daedalus had taken less
than fifteen minutes to move the computer into their truck. Upon reflection, Gideon doubted that the
transaction Lionel had told him about would take much longer.
"Come on," Raphael said, slipping down the ramp toward the garage door. Gideon followed, feeling the
press of claustrophobia as they walked down the ramp, deeper into the trench it made in the ground.
When they reached the point where the bottom flattened out before the garage door, the ground to
either side was above eye level. They couldn't see anyone approaching from the street now.
Raphael was kneeling near the bottom of the garage door. There was about a two-foot-tall gap because
the door hadn't rolled all the way to the ground. Probably from someone forcing the old mechanism. The
place was probably a haven to homeless squatters or junkies who'd jammed the door open.