Книга только для ознакомления
. Yet, for some reason, our late employer, Snaga Ohme, took a fancy to the man."
"Bosk was in Ohme's confidence," Rowan continued.
"His confidence, his bed, you name it." Raoul flipped his own long hair languidly over one shoulder.
"And if anyone in that household knew Ohme's secrets, it would be Bosk."
"Yes. Not a doubt. He was the one who could have used the collagen treatments," Raoul added in an undertone to the Little One.
"Bosk is dead, Xris," Rowan said. She handed him the printout. "They murdered him to get the plans for the device. It's all right here."
It was: a detailed report on the murder of the wretched Bosk, related in a completely professional, detached manner that chilled the blood.
I shot the subject through the head, read one portion. I then proceeded to cut out the subject's eyeball. Holding it to the scanner, I was thus able to obtain the necessa .ry files.
Yes, there was no doubt these people were serious. They'd murdered once. And, judging by the beating they'd given the Little One and the threats they'd made to kill Raoul, they were prepared to murder again. Xris read through the rest of the material. It was disjointed, incomplete, the downloading of the files having been interrupted by the Canis Major's unexpected jump to hyperspace. But he was finding enough to make him start to believe that the young king's life was truly in danger
|
