"Clancy, Tom - Net Force 02 - Hidden Agendas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Clancy Tom)

idea to learn more about how to protect himself, but right now
this intimate martial contact with Toni might be
bringing up more problems than it solved. It certainly
was bringing up one problem in particular he could do
without-- "Hey, Boss?"
Michaels shook off the erotic thoughts. Jay
Gridley stood near the gym's entrance, looking
at the two of them. The younger man was grinning.
"Jay. What's up?"
"You said you wanted to hear about that Louisiana thing
as soon as it came in. I just downloaded the
packet from the field team in Baton Rouge, got
vid and reports. It's nagged in your incoming
files."
Michaels nodded.
"Thanks, Jay." He looked at
Toni.
"I need to check that out."
"We can pick up where we left off Monday,"
she said.
"Unless you're working tomorrow?"
"I wish. I was hoping to work on the car, but
I've got to bone up on financial stuff. I'm
supposed to appear before Senator White's
committee on Tuesday."
"You get all the fun," Toni said.
"Don't I just?"
They bowed to each other, the intricate silat
beginning and ending salute, and Michaels headed for the
dressing room.
Sheldon Gaynel Worsham was sixteen years
old, a student at New Istrouma High
School. He looked about twelve, was thin, and had
black, oily hair sucked down all over, save
for a wavy lock that dangled greasily over his left
eye. He wore blue parachute pants and a
black T-shirt with a putrid-green pulse paint
logo. The logo was a stylized badge with the word
"GeeterBeeter" in jagged letters across it. Whatever
that meant.
The kid slouched in a cheap chair next
to a heavy cast plast table that was scratched and
battered by years of abuse. Somebody had carved a
heart with initials inside it on one corner, some
thing of a surprise, since this was obviously a room
where knives or other sharp objects were generally
forbidden.
The man seated across the table from Worsham was
heavyset, florid-faced, in a cheap, dark
business suit, and he might as well have had "cop"