"Linda Evans - Time Scout 5 - License Invoked" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Linda)

pictures, hoping that they would contain some actual information
instead of pure public relations hype.

A couple of huge men stood up from the floor where they had been
kneeling in front of the computer magazines, blocking her view, and
began to discuss hard drives and RAM. Elizabeth all but dove over them
to reestablish sight of the burgundy door. They gave her a hard glance,
and she had to show an intense interest in the rack of crossword puzzle
books to throw off any hint of suspicion. She liked puzzles, but
there'd be little time for such amusements on the plane, not with an
eight-hour babysitting job to get through, and a weeklong protection
assignment at the other end of the flight. She chose three anyhow, and
moved on to the next rack nearer the door.

An hour passed. Elizabeth felt her stomach rumble. She'd had nothing to
eat since breakfast, and it was getting on towards lunch. The clerks in
the bookshop were showing signs of nerves at having her hovering about
for so long. They couldn't have missed her staring at the club entrance
like a vulture. To calm them and her hollow stomach, she bought a
handful of chocolate bars, all the while darting her head around to
keep an eye on the corridor. She must be the very picture of a security
risk.

Sure enough, a pair of gigantic men with that indefinable air of
confidence appeared at her elbow. Plainclothes police. The cashier must
have pushed the silent alarm. Elizabeth smiled up at them with innocent
puzzlement on her face as she walked up the checkout, and moved away
from the shop with her purchase. She sat down on the farthest chair
that would allow her to see the length of the corridor, and unwrapped a
Yorkie bar. The bobbies, satisfied, drifted off. The clerk looked
unhappy that Elizabeth hadn't actually gone away, and kept shooting her
worried glances. Elizabeth ate her chocolate hungrily, and hoped that
the courier would arrive soon. There'd be decent refreshments in the
club. Maybe even a cup of tea.
An unintelligible announcement came over the tannoy, ending with the
words, "boarding at Gate 21." She looked up at the overhead video
screen. The word BOARDING was now flashing next to the flight for New
Orleans. Only a half hour remained before departure, and there was one
more security checkpoint to pass through. If she was too late they
could deny her boarding. Wasn't Kenmare ever coming out?

As if in answer to her anxieties, the door burst open, and the mass of
the Irish entourage surged out. Elizabeth sprang to her feet and shoved
the remains of her third candy bar into her handbag.

The moment Fionna Kenmare appeared, the gang of fans converged upon her
from all over, clamoring for photo opportunities and autographs. A
slight, balding, middle-sized man in a very expensive dark suit,
probably her manager, chided them jovially as he gestured them away so
the star could walk. Elizabeth panicked. Could she get nearer? Now