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As I opened it I said, "I've got loads of things-I've got candy,
sandwiches, chips-and I've even got you a Goose-bumps book to read."
I figured it was better to buy stuff to occupy her mind rather than try
to cuddle or console her. I'd have felt really uncomfortable with that
anyway.
She was lying on the bed exactly where I'd left her, staring in the
direction of the television set, but not really watching, her eyes glazed
over.
As I put everything down on the other bed I said, "Right, I reckon what
you need now is a nice hot bath. I've even bought some Buzz Lightyear bubble
bath."
It would give her something to do, and maybe relax her out of the
catatonic state she was in. Apart from that, when I handed her over to the
Firm I wanted them to see that I'd made an effort and that she was all nice
and clean. After all, she was my friend's kid.
I turned the taps on and called back into the room, "Come on then, get
undressed."
She didn't reply. I went back into the bedroom, sat at the end of the
bed, and started undressing her. I thought she might resist, but instead she
sat placidly as I pulled off her shirt.
"You do your jeans," I said. She was only seven, but I felt awkward
about taking those off.
"Come on, undo your buttons." In the end, I had to. She was miles away.
I carried her into the bathroom. Good old Buzz Lightyear had done his
job; the bubbles were halfway to the ceiling. I tested the water, lifted her
into the bath, and she sat down without a word.
"There's loads of soap and shampoo," I said.
"Do you want me to help you wash your hair?"
She sat stock-still in the water. I gave her the soap, which she just
stared at.
It was nearly time to call London again. At least I wouldn't have to go
to a phone booth for this one; she'd be out of earshot in the bath. Just in
case, I kept the TV on.
There was some weird and wonderful cartoon on: three characters in
jeans, half man, half shark, who said things like "Fin-tastic!" and "Shark
time!" Apparently they didn't kick ass, they kicked dorsal. The Street
Sharks. The opening credits finished and I dialed London.
Immediately I heard "PIN number, please?"
I gave it. She went, "One moment."
A few seconds later the phone went dead.
That was strange. I dialed again, gave my PIN number, and again got cut
off.
What the fuck was going on? I tried to reason with my self, tried to
tell myself that this was just a fuck-up. But really, inside, I knew the
truth. It had to be deliberate. Either that, or maybe, just maybe, the phone
line was down. No good thinking about it. Take action.
I went into the bathroom.
"The phone's not working," I said.
"I'll just go down to the one on the corner. Is there anything else we
need from the store? I tell you what, we'll go down there later on, the two