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

She didn't know whether to be relieved or frightened. At least they hadn't said Davy was found
dead. I saw him two nights ago, seconds before he was probably seen in Washington D.C. And
how do I explain that?

"May I see some identification, please?" She was stalling for time, but didn't like the way his eyes
widened slightly at her request.

"Certainly." He pulled an ID wallet from inside his jacket, exposing a brief glimpse of shoulder
holster and gun. He held it out toward her, but pulled it back when she reached for it.

"Agent Anders? I'm nearsighted. How do you expect me to read it?"

He leaned forward again, reluctantly. The ID was not FBI, but National Security Agency.

"Well, at least your name is Anders, Thomas P. And these other gentlemen, Tom?"

Anders nodded reluctantly. "Also NSA."

"Where is Brian Cox?"

He countered with "Where do you think he is? And your husband?" His expression wasn't
challenging. It reminded Millie of mirroring, a technique of therapy designed to draw out the patient,
answering questions with other questions. Anders's posture was patient and still, like a benevolent
praying mantis.

People give themselves away to this man willingly. In another life he might've made a decent
therapist. She tried again, offering a piece for a piece. "My husband is missing. Where's Brian Cox?"
 "Missing since when?"

Hmmph. More mirroring. "Two days, now." She needed to leave it sloppy. She wasn't going
to explain Davy's teleportation if they didn't know about it. She needed to leave time for him to get to
D.C. by conventional means. And there is no way in hell I'm going to talk to them about my little
trip from Texas to here!

Anders stared at the wall behind her for a moment, then nodded sharply as if making a decision.
He took a cell phone from his belt. "One moment and I'll answer your question." He punched a speed
dial combination then, after a moment, spoke. "Anders here. The asset is missing. His wife hasn't seen
him for two days." He listened again, then said, "All right." He put away the phone.

Millie shuddered. Asset? Wasn't that the same as saying, "thing"?

Anders squared his shoulders and said, "Brian Cox is dead. He was found in D.C. on
Nineteenth Avenue Northwest. He'd been shot several times, then again in the head at close range."

Millie took a sudden, deep breath through her nose. "Oh, the poor man. Did he have a family?"

Anders winced. "I'm afraid so."

You were avoiding thinking about his family, weren't you? She shook her head. And Davy?
"Davy was meeting with him," she said, since they must've known that.