[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
mike button.
It would keep the noise down.
Right. But give us a vocal as soon as you get up there and another just
before you re ready to come down. He glanced over her shoulder. Dick
was adjusting the camera, Ferguson was facing the TV set Come closer,
Wilson said in an undertone. She stood face to face with him and he kissed
her a long moment on the mouth. I love the hell out of you, he said. She
smiled at him, put her finger to her lips, then turned and went into the
dining room. She was glad he seemed to be recovering some of his
customary strength.
Camera s good, Dick said. Just for God s sake don t drop it over the ledge.
They ll have my head six ways from Sunday if I don t bring this thing back
intact.
She took it from him, carrying it in both hands. Her thermos of hot coffee was
under her arm.
Wait a minute, kid, he said. Isn t something missing?
If you mean the Ingram, I m not taking it.
You damn well are. He went into the living room and lifted it out of the box
Wilson had brought it in. It ll fit right up under your pea jacket, very nice
and snug. Take it.
I ve got my thirty-eight. I don t want the Ingram.
Take the fucking thing, Becky! She took it from him. His mouth trembled as
he gave it to her. They said nothing; there was nothing more to be said.
The three men accompanied her to the elevator. It seemed unlikely
that anybody would be encountered on the way up, but if they were, the
presence of four people in the car would draw attention away from Becky s
strange outfit and equipment.
The elevator rose smoothly to the thirtieth floor. All four of them got out.
They went into the stairwell through the gray-painted exit door. The wind
could be heard above, booming against the door that led to the roof. Becky
ascended the single flight of stairs, followed by Wilson and Dick. Ferguson
remained below.
Page 112
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
OK, kid, Wilson said, opening the door. It faced north, and as soon as he
opened it a brutal gust of ice-cold wind poured in on them. Becky barely felt
it under her layers of clothing. She tromped out onto the roof and nearly fell
flat. The snow had melted up here and now the melt was a layer of ice.
She stood bracing herself against the jamb of the open door, staring down at
the two men huddled on the steps behind her. Icy as hell,
she shouted over the wind.
Can you make it? Wilson hollered back.
On all fours.
What s that?
On all fours
. And she pushed the door closed. At once she was plunged into a dark and
alien world. The wind boomed and every move caused her to lose purchase on the
ice.
The roof was flat, its expanse broken only by this door and by a shed about
ten feet away that housed the elevator motors. The building was large
and the roof area was wide, perhaps a hundred feet on a side. This area,
roughly square, was covered in gravel which made the layer of ice bumpy and
even more difficult to walk across. If she stood still the wind moved her of
its own accord, causing her to lean into it and stumble until she was down on
all fours. Her eyes were tearing and the tears were freezing on
her cheeks.
Lights whirled past. She huddled against the door, her back to the wind. She
pulled out the pocket warmer and cradled its fitful heat near her face. The
Ingram s butt jutted into her left breast, the coffee thermos threatened
to roll out from under her arm, the walkie-talkie and camera further
impeded her movements. She looked around. Lights glowed up from three
sides of the building. Those were the street sides. The fourth side, which
disappeared into a maw of blackness, overlooked the alley.
Putting the pocket warmer away, she braced herself and crawled
toward the dark edge of the roof. For safety she finally went down on her
stomach and slithered as best she could with all the equipment. The edge
loomed closer, the wind rocked her prone body. Cold ripped into her,
cutting under the pea jacket, so bitter that it felt like fire
against her skin. She kept telling herself that she was crazy, she had to turn
back, there was no way to endure this for more than a few minutes.
But she went on, dragging herself closer and closer to the edge of the roof.
At least the alley was on the south side of the building and her back would be
to the wind.
She reached the edge, touched the concrete lip of the roof with her gloved
fingers and paused. The lip was about three inches high, a bare
handhold. Methodically she inventoried: thermos, radio, camera, weapon.
OK, now pull into position. She dragged herself closer to the edge,
pulling with her cold-stiffened fingers until her face was just at the lip of
the roof. Before her was an empty expanse that plunged into dark. South of the
building was a sea of brownstones and older, lower apartments. Beyond them she
could see all of midtown Manhattan, the lights glimmering in the wind, the
moon now risen high
above the city. In the sky the anti-collision strobes of passing planes
stuttered. Far to the west a fitful carmine glow marked the very end of day.
But here the night was total, and the alleyway below was unlit except by the
faint glow from the windows of apartments low down in the building.
Clumsily she maneuvered the camera before her face, felt for the button, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl karpacz24.htw.pl
mike button.
It would keep the noise down.
Right. But give us a vocal as soon as you get up there and another just
before you re ready to come down. He glanced over her shoulder. Dick
was adjusting the camera, Ferguson was facing the TV set Come closer,
Wilson said in an undertone. She stood face to face with him and he kissed
her a long moment on the mouth. I love the hell out of you, he said. She
smiled at him, put her finger to her lips, then turned and went into the
dining room. She was glad he seemed to be recovering some of his
customary strength.
Camera s good, Dick said. Just for God s sake don t drop it over the ledge.
They ll have my head six ways from Sunday if I don t bring this thing back
intact.
She took it from him, carrying it in both hands. Her thermos of hot coffee was
under her arm.
Wait a minute, kid, he said. Isn t something missing?
If you mean the Ingram, I m not taking it.
You damn well are. He went into the living room and lifted it out of the box
Wilson had brought it in. It ll fit right up under your pea jacket, very nice
and snug. Take it.
I ve got my thirty-eight. I don t want the Ingram.
Take the fucking thing, Becky! She took it from him. His mouth trembled as
he gave it to her. They said nothing; there was nothing more to be said.
The three men accompanied her to the elevator. It seemed unlikely
that anybody would be encountered on the way up, but if they were, the
presence of four people in the car would draw attention away from Becky s
strange outfit and equipment.
The elevator rose smoothly to the thirtieth floor. All four of them got out.
They went into the stairwell through the gray-painted exit door. The wind
could be heard above, booming against the door that led to the roof. Becky
ascended the single flight of stairs, followed by Wilson and Dick. Ferguson
remained below.
Page 112
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
OK, kid, Wilson said, opening the door. It faced north, and as soon as he
opened it a brutal gust of ice-cold wind poured in on them. Becky barely felt
it under her layers of clothing. She tromped out onto the roof and nearly fell
flat. The snow had melted up here and now the melt was a layer of ice.
She stood bracing herself against the jamb of the open door, staring down at
the two men huddled on the steps behind her. Icy as hell,
she shouted over the wind.
Can you make it? Wilson hollered back.
On all fours.
What s that?
On all fours
. And she pushed the door closed. At once she was plunged into a dark and
alien world. The wind boomed and every move caused her to lose purchase on the
ice.
The roof was flat, its expanse broken only by this door and by a shed about
ten feet away that housed the elevator motors. The building was large
and the roof area was wide, perhaps a hundred feet on a side. This area,
roughly square, was covered in gravel which made the layer of ice bumpy and
even more difficult to walk across. If she stood still the wind moved her of
its own accord, causing her to lean into it and stumble until she was down on
all fours. Her eyes were tearing and the tears were freezing on
her cheeks.
Lights whirled past. She huddled against the door, her back to the wind. She
pulled out the pocket warmer and cradled its fitful heat near her face. The
Ingram s butt jutted into her left breast, the coffee thermos threatened
to roll out from under her arm, the walkie-talkie and camera further
impeded her movements. She looked around. Lights glowed up from three
sides of the building. Those were the street sides. The fourth side, which
disappeared into a maw of blackness, overlooked the alley.
Putting the pocket warmer away, she braced herself and crawled
toward the dark edge of the roof. For safety she finally went down on her
stomach and slithered as best she could with all the equipment. The edge
loomed closer, the wind rocked her prone body. Cold ripped into her,
cutting under the pea jacket, so bitter that it felt like fire
against her skin. She kept telling herself that she was crazy, she had to turn
back, there was no way to endure this for more than a few minutes.
But she went on, dragging herself closer and closer to the edge of the roof.
At least the alley was on the south side of the building and her back would be
to the wind.
She reached the edge, touched the concrete lip of the roof with her gloved
fingers and paused. The lip was about three inches high, a bare
handhold. Methodically she inventoried: thermos, radio, camera, weapon.
OK, now pull into position. She dragged herself closer to the edge,
pulling with her cold-stiffened fingers until her face was just at the lip of
the roof. Before her was an empty expanse that plunged into dark. South of the
building was a sea of brownstones and older, lower apartments. Beyond them she
could see all of midtown Manhattan, the lights glimmering in the wind, the
moon now risen high
above the city. In the sky the anti-collision strobes of passing planes
stuttered. Far to the west a fitful carmine glow marked the very end of day.
But here the night was total, and the alleyway below was unlit except by the
faint glow from the windows of apartments low down in the building.
Clumsily she maneuvered the camera before her face, felt for the button, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]