Next. Michael Crichton

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СКАЧАТЬ was heading directly toward Eddie Tolman, the fugitive. That made no sense at all. Even if Tolman were doing a deal with Watson, the famous investor would never meet him face-to-face. And certainly never in public. But there they were, on a collision course in the crowded Venetian courtyard, right before his eyes.

      What the hell? He couldn’t believe it was going to happen.

      But then the slinky woman stumbled a bit, and stopped. She was wearing a short, skintight dress and heels. She leaned on Watson’s shoulder, bent her knee, showing plenty of leg, and inspected her shoe. She adjusted her heel strap, stood up again, and smiled at Watson. And Vasco glanced away from them and saw that Tolman was gone.

      But now Watson and the woman crossed Vasco’s own path, passing so close to him that he could smell her perfume, and he heard Watson murmur something to her, and she squeezed his arm and put her head on his shoulder as they walked. The romantic couple.

      Was all that an accident? Had it happened on purpose? Had they made him? He pressed his earpiece.

      “Dolly. I lost him.”

      “No prob. I got him.” He glanced up. She was on the second floor, watching everything below. “Was that Jack Watson that just walked by?”

      “Yeah. I thought maybe…”

      “No, no,” Dolly said. “I can’t imagine Watson’s involved in this. Not his style. I mean, Baldy boy is heading for his room because he has an appointment. That’s what I was telling you. He got some entertainment.”

      “Namely?”

      “Russian girl. Apparently he only likes Russians. Tall ones.”

      “Anybody we know?”

      “No, but I have a little information. And I got cameras in his suite.”

      “How’d you do that?” He was smiling.

      “Let’s just say Venetian security isn’t what it used to be. Cheaper, too.”

      Irina Katayeva, twenty-two, knocked on the door. In her left hand she held a bottle of wine, encased in a velvet gift bag with drawstrings at the top. A guy of about thirty answered the door, smiled. He wasn’t attractive.

      “Are you Eddie?”

      “That’s right. Come on in.”

      “I brought this for you, from the hotel safe.” She handed him the wine.

      Watching all this on his little handheld video monitor, Vasco said, “She gave it to him in the hallway. Where it would be seen on the security monitor. Why didn’t she wait until she was in the room?”

      “Maybe she was told to do it that way,” Dolly said.

      “She must be six feet. What do we know about her?”

      “Good English. Four years in this country. Studying at the university.”

      “Works at the hotel?”

      “No.”

      “So, non-pro?” Vasco said.

      “This is Nevada,” Dolly said.

      On the monitor, the Russian girl went into the room and the door closed. Vasco turned the tuning dial on his video monitor, picked up one of the inside cameras. The kid had a big suite, close to two thousand square feet, done in the Venetian style. The girl nodded and smiled.

      “Nice. Nice room.”

      “Yeah. So, you want a drink?”

      She shook her head. “I don’t really have time.” She reached behind her back and unzipped the dress, left it hanging from her shoulders. She turned around, pretending to be puzzled, allowing him to see her bare back all the way down to her buttocks. “Which way is the bedroom?”

      “This way, baby.”

      As they went into the bedroom, Vasco again turned the dials. He saw the bedroom just as she was saying, “I don’t know anything about your business, and I don’t want to know. Business is so boring.” She let the dress fall. She stepped out of it and lay down on the bed, naked now except for high heels. She kicked them off. “I don’t think you need a drink,” she said. “And I know I don’t.”

      Tolman threw himself on her, landing with a kind of thud. She grunted and tried to smile. “Easy, boy.” He was panting, gasping. He reached for her hair, to caress her. “Leave the hair alone,” she said. She twisted away. “Just lie down,” she said, “and let me make you happy.”

      “Aw, hell,” Vasco said, staring at the tiny screen. “Do you believe that? He ain’t even a minuteman. When a woman looks like that, you’d think—”

      “Never mind,” Dolly said, over the headset. “She’s getting dressed now.”

      “So she is,” he said. “And rather hurriedly, too.”

      “She’s supposed to give him half an hour. And if he paid her, I didn’t see it.”

      “Me neither. But he’s getting dressed, too.”

      “Something’s up,” Dolly said. “She’s walking out the door.”

      Vasco thumbed the tuner, trying to change to a different camera. All he got was static. “I can’t see shit.”

      “She’s leaving. He’s still there. No, wait…he’s leaving, too.”

      “Yeah?”

      “Yeah. And he’s taking the wine bottle with him.”

      “Okay,” Vasco said. “And where’s he going with it?”

      Frozen embryos in liquid nitrogen were transported in a special stainless steel thermos lined with borosilicate glass called a dewar. Dewars were mostly big affairs, shaped like milk jugs, but you could get them as small as a liter. A dewar didn’t have the shape of a wine bottle, because they had a wide-mouth cap, but it would be about the same size. And would fit in a wine sack for sure.

      “He must be carrying it,” Vasco said. “It must be in the sack.”

      “I figure,” Dolly said. “You see ’em yet?”

      “Yeah, I do.”

      Vasco picked up the couple on the ground floor, near the gondola stand. They walked arm in arm, the guy carrying the wine bottle in the crook of his arm, keeping it upright. It was an awkward way to carry it, and they made an odd-looking pair—the beautiful girl and the diffident, slouchy guy. They walked along the canal, hardly glancing at the shops as they passed them.

      “On their way to a meeting,” Vasco said.

      “I see ’em,” Dolly said. Vasco looked down the crowded street and saw Dolly at the far end. Dolly was twenty-eight, and completely ordinary-looking. Dolly could be anybody: an accountant, girlfriend, secretary, assistant. She could always pass. Tonight she was СКАЧАТЬ