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in his car. He didn t look very happy. What the hell are you doing? Pursuing the suspect. No you re not. Where s Buckett? On his way home. I don t blame him. SO-14 on their way? I nodded. He paused, looked up at the dark building and then at me. Shit. Okay, stay behind and stay sharp. Shoot first, then question. Below the eight above the law. I remember. Good. Tamworthpulled out his gun and we stepped cautiously into the lobby of the converted warehouse.Styx s flat was on the seventh floor. Surprise, hopefully, would be on our side. 5 Search For The Guilty, Punish The Innocent . . . Perhaps it was as well that she had been unconscious for four weeks. She had missed the aftermath, the SO-1 reports, the recriminations, Snood andTamworth s funerals. She missed everything . . . except the blame. It was waiting for her when she awoke . . . Millon De Floss Thursday Next A Biography I TRIED to focus on the striplight above me. I knew thatsomething had happened but the night whenTamworth and I tackled Acheron Hades had, for the moment at least, been erased from my mind. I frowned, but only fractured images paraded themselves in my consciousness. I remembered shooting a little old lady three times and running down a fire escape. I had a dim recollection Page 30 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html of blasting away at my own car and being shot in the arm. I looked at my arm and it was, indeed, tightly bound with a white bandage. Then I remembered being shot again in the chest. I breathed in and out a couple of times and was relieved that no crackly rasp reached my ears. There was a nurse in the room who said a few words I couldn t decipher and smiled. I thought it odd and then lapsed once again into grateful slumber. The next time I awoke it was evening and the room seemed colder. I was alone in a single hospital ward with seven empty beds. Just outside the door I could see an armed police officer on guard duty, while inside a vast quantity of flowers and cards vied for space. As I lay in bed the memories of the evening returned and tumbled out of my subconscious. I resisted them as long as I could but it was like holding back a flood. Everything that had happened that night came back in an instant. And as I remembered, I wept. Within a week I was strong enough to get out of bed. Paige and Boswell had both dropped by, and even my mother had made the trip up fromSwindon to see me. She told me she had painted the bedroom mauve, much to Dad s disappointment and it was my fault for suggesting it. I didn t think I d bother trying to explain. I was glad of any sympathy, of course, but my mind was elsewhere: there had been a monumental fiasco and someone was going to be responsible; and as the sole survivor of that disastrous evening, I was the strongest and only candidate. A small office was procured in the hospital and into it cameTamworth s old divisional commander, a man whom I had never met named Flanker, who seemed utterly devoid of humor and warmth. He brought with him a twin-cassette tape deck and several SO-1 senior operatives, who declined to give their names. I gave my testimony slowly and frankly, without emotion and as accurately as possible. Acheron s strange powers had been hinted at before, but even so Flanker was having trouble believing it. I ve readTamworth s file on Hades and it makes pretty weird reading, Miss Next, he said. Tamworthwas a bit of a loose cannon. SO-5 was his and his alone; Hades was more of an obsession than a job. From our initial inquiries it seems that he has been flaunting basic Spec-Ops guidelines. Contrary to popular belief, weare accountable to Parliament, albeit on a very discreet basis. He paused for a moment and consulted his notes. He looked at me and switched on the tape recorder. He identified the tape with the date, his name and mine, but only referred to the other operatives by numbers. That done, he drew up a chair and sat down. So what happened? I paused for a moment and then began, giving the story of my meeting withTamworth right up until Buckett s hasty departure. I m glad that someone seemed to have some sense, murmured one of the SO-1 agents. I ignored him. Tamworth and I entered the lobby ofStyx s property, I told them. We took the stairs and on the sixth floor we heard the shot. We stopped and listened but there was complete silence.Tamworth thought we had been rumbled. Youhad been rumbled, announced Flanker. From the transcript of the tape we know that Snood spoke Hades name out loud. Hades picked it up and reacted badly; he accusedStyx of betraying him, retrieved the package and then killed his brother. Your surprise attack was no surprise. Heknew you were both there. Page 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html I took a sip of water. If we had known, would we have retreated? I doubted it. Who was in front? Tamworth. We edged slowly around the stairwell and looked onto the seventh-floor landing. It was empty apart from a little old lady who was facing the lift doors and muttering angrily to herself. Tamworth and I edged closer toStyx s open door and peered in.Styx was lying on the floor and we quickly searched the small apartment.
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