"Bruce Mcallister - Stu" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mcallister Bruce)

We had evidence. Only a few weeks earlier we'd
gotten stuck after school waiting for our dad at
the Lab, which is what they called the row of old
converted navy barracks. We'd stood there
patiently in the parking lot until we couldn't stand
it any longer, then started playing with the little
pieces of neatly cut brass and other alloy that
someone had tossed out a window instead of