-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Ричард Морган
-
- Видоизмененный углерод
-
- Стр. 546/560
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Well
,
have
a
nice
life
,
"
he
said
,
and
left
the
sunlit
room
,
closing
the
door
gently
behind
him
.
Part
of
me
was
still
screaming
inside
that
he
had
somehow
thrown
the
last
game
.
They
re
-
sleeved
me
the
next
day
.
I
looked
up
again
.
"
Now
I
guess
you
’
re
wondering
why
I
bothered
coming
here
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
am
.
"
"
It
concerns
Sheryl
Bostock
,
"
I
said
.
"
Who
?
"
I
sighed
.
"
Miriam
,
please
.
Don
’
t
make
this
any
tougher
than
it
already
is
.
Sheryl
Bostock
is
shit
-
scared
you
’
re
going
to
have
her
torched
because
of
what
she
knows
.
I
’
ve
come
here
to
have
you
convince
me
she
’
s
wrong
,
because
that
’
s
what
I
promised
her
.
"
Miriam
Bancroft
looked
at
me
for
a
moment
,
eyes
widening
,
and
then
,
convulsively
,
she
threw
her
drink
in
my
face
.
"
You
arrogant
little
man
,
"
she
hissed
.
"
How
dare
you
?
How
dare
you
?
"
I
wiped
drink
out
of
my
eyes
and
stared
at
her
.
I
’
d
expected
a
reaction
but
it
wasn
’
t
this
.
I
raked
surplus
cocktail
from
my
hair
.
