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

"Yes. Cox told his unit's duty officer. She took your message off the voice mail system early this
morning. I'm stationed in Oklahoma City and they dispatched me."

"I haven't seen Davy since he, uh, left for the meeting."

Anders noted the pause. "Gentlemen," he said to the room at large. "Establish an inner
perimeter."

Millie blinked. Inner implies outer. How many men did they bring?

The other agents looked briefly surprised, then trooped out, closing the door behind them.

"May I sit?" asked Anders, indicating one of the chairs she kept against the wall for group
sessions.

She nodded.

He moved it in front of her desk and, well, settled in it. Sitting wasn't quite accurate—too much
of his weight was still on his feet. He took a deep breath and said, "You probably don't recognize
me—I think you saw me only twice." He pursed his lips and frowned. "I worked David's case ten
years ago and was on the perimeter team when we took you into custody."

"Custody?" She said that word slowly. The NSA had kidnapped her, seeking to use her as a
lever to control Davy.
 Anders dropped his eyes and cleared his throat. "The point is, I was one of those agents
watching your college apartment. He grabbed me and teleported me to Orly Airport, in France."

She let the old business pass. It didn't matter now. "Then you know about him. Right. Davy left
me at five minutes until eleven the night before last, central time. From what I understood, he was
meeting Cox at midnight, eastern time."

Anders nodded. "Yes, a coffee shop called Interrobang."

"Ah, I didn't know the name. We never went there together because... well, because I'd had
enough involvement with the NSA. Did they meet?" She was perched on the edge of her chair now
and couldn't remember shifting forward.

"Yes. The night duty officer got a distress call from Cox's cell phone at twelve twenty-five. Cox
gave his location and said it was a snatch... a kidnapping."

"Davy?" The knot in her chest was aching.

"Probably. Witnesses say an ambulance pulled up to the front door and four men started inside.
While they were in the foyer, Cox pitched a chair through the front window, threw his companion
over his shoulder, and left through the window."

"His companion. Was it Davy?"

"The agency has some recent passport photos and we presented them mixed with others. Three