"Steven Gould - Jumper 02 - Reflex" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gould Stephen Jay)

Cox didn't push it, shrugging instead.

"How soon does it have to be?" Davy asked.

"He's scheduled to talk at a conference in the capital on the eighteenth. We thought we'd do it
from a hotel room."

Davy rolled his neck and felt muscles relaxing. His shoulders dropped as tension drained from
his back. "Okay. Let's do the flight from Tokyo sometime next week. Tell me when to pick up the
ticket and the passsssssporrrt." Davy blinked. The word had stretched oddly in his mouth. He felt
himself smile, then he began to laugh softly.

Cox's eyes widened. "Davy?" He reached across the table and lifted Davy's chin, then put his
thumb on Davy's eyebrow and lifted, pulling the eyelid up so he could see Davy's eye. "Oh, shit! Jump
out of here. You've been drugged!"

This was even funnier and Davy started laughing harder. Jump? Why not? He tried to picture the
alcove in the Johns Hopkins Emergency Room and it just wouldn't come. He thought about the cliff
house in Texas but it just didn't stay in his mind. "I can't." He said.

Cox pulled a phone from inside his jacket and held down one of the keys. He listened for a
moment then said, "Avenue H and Nineteenth Northwest. Coffee shop called Interrobang. It's a
snatch."

An ambulance pulled up outside, its lights flashing but with no siren. A driver and paramedic
jumped from the front doors, then two more uniformed attendants jumped from the back and pulled a
gurney out.

Cox began swearing, his eyes swiveling between the door leading back to the kitchen and the
ambulance attendants just now entering the restaurant's main entrance in the next room. "Can you
walk?"

Davy giggled. Why would I want to walk?
 Cox stood suddenly, picked up his chair, and threw it through the large plate glass window.
Davy watched as glass floated through the air like snowflakes in a blizzard. People were screaming
someplace, but he couldn't be bothered to turn his head to watch. Cox grabbed Davy's coat front and
hauled him bodily to his feet, then stooped suddenly.

Davy found himself hanging over Cox's shoulder, head looking down, then the world was
spinning and they were outside, crunching through the field of diamonds on the sidewalk. It was
raining again. He could feel his butt getting wet through his jeans, and the diamonds were gone, and
Cox's footsteps had mutated from crunching to pounding steps increasing steadily in speed.

Runs pretty fast for an old guy.

All he could see were Cox's legs splashing down the pavement. He could feel a pounding in his
ears as blood rushed to his head but it was just another fact, another observation, seemingly
unconnected to anything important.

Nothing seemed important.