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Страница: 54 из 156She flexed it one final time, and a naked pinup of the thrid-vid-star Siouxsie Sexcrime in one of her more notorious poses was revealed. I had to admire Geneva 's composure. No expression, just a faint reddening of her cicatrix. She handed the card back. "It seems to reveal everything I need to know about you."
"That puts you a leg up on me," I said, eyeing the leg in question. "Could I ask what you're here for?"
She leaned forward. "I want you to put a boot on someone."
Well. That took me by surprise. I wouldn't have guessed that was what she needed.
"You do do boots, don't you?" she asked, lifting one neatly scribed eyebrow.
"Oh, sure, but they're tricky. It'll cost more than my average rates."
"That's no matter. There's much at stake."
I mentally raised my rates by half. "I'll need to know more before I can definitely take the case. Who are you booting, and what does he have that's not his?"
She sighed. "It's my husband. Jurgen von Bulow. He's made off with the latest trope from the company I own. Perhaps you've heard of Hippenstiel-Imhausen? We're a German firm, specializing in bioactives. Our most recent product is still in the experimental stages. It's an explosive new neurotropin. Even to speak of it now is rather risky. That's why I wanted the shutters down. And I assume your office is recently swept… "
I nodded. She continued, rather reluctantly.
"What my husband took is a trope that allows stochastic reasoning, insight into the dynamics of chaos. We were hoping to have it perfected before word of it reached our competitors. But my husband absconded with some doses of a test batch and plans to use them, I'm certain. He'll ruin our secrecy. And, if anyone ever got to him and unwound the codes from his bloodstream-there go our patents."
"Why'd your husband steal from his own company? Doesn't he stand to gain from your eventual profits?"
Geneva looked both disgusted and embarrassed. "My husband married into the company. I control it. He's something of a wastrel, and I've had to keep him on a short
leash. Apparently it was too galling, and he's finally slipped it.''
"I don't understand enough about this new trope. How's he going to use it? What makes you so sure he won't just sell it to one of your rivals?"
"No, no, that's not his plan. You see, he loves to gamble. And this trope-"
"You're not claiming it'll let him beat the odds-"
She nodded. "Exactly right. Insight into the underlying patterns of apparently random events."
Mother of mutants, this was big. I redoubled my fees.
"That puts you a leg up on me," I said, eyeing the leg in question. "Could I ask what you're here for?"
She leaned forward. "I want you to put a boot on someone."
Well. That took me by surprise. I wouldn't have guessed that was what she needed.
"You do do boots, don't you?" she asked, lifting one neatly scribed eyebrow.
"Oh, sure, but they're tricky. It'll cost more than my average rates."
"That's no matter. There's much at stake."
I mentally raised my rates by half. "I'll need to know more before I can definitely take the case. Who are you booting, and what does he have that's not his?"
She sighed. "It's my husband. Jurgen von Bulow. He's made off with the latest trope from the company I own. Perhaps you've heard of Hippenstiel-Imhausen? We're a German firm, specializing in bioactives. Our most recent product is still in the experimental stages. It's an explosive new neurotropin. Even to speak of it now is rather risky. That's why I wanted the shutters down. And I assume your office is recently swept… "
I nodded. She continued, rather reluctantly.
"What my husband took is a trope that allows stochastic reasoning, insight into the dynamics of chaos. We were hoping to have it perfected before word of it reached our competitors. But my husband absconded with some doses of a test batch and plans to use them, I'm certain. He'll ruin our secrecy. And, if anyone ever got to him and unwound the codes from his bloodstream-there go our patents."
"Why'd your husband steal from his own company? Doesn't he stand to gain from your eventual profits?"
Geneva looked both disgusted and embarrassed. "My husband married into the company. I control it. He's something of a wastrel, and I've had to keep him on a short
leash. Apparently it was too galling, and he's finally slipped it.''
"I don't understand enough about this new trope. How's he going to use it? What makes you so sure he won't just sell it to one of your rivals?"
"No, no, that's not his plan. You see, he loves to gamble. And this trope-"
"You're not claiming it'll let him beat the odds-"
She nodded. "Exactly right. Insight into the underlying patterns of apparently random events."
Mother of mutants, this was big. I redoubled my fees.