Emissaries 1, 2, 3 parts. Complete collection. Nikolay Lakutin
the others went up to the floor, rang the bell. On the channel of constant communication we heard a click of the opening doors then everything disappeared. These guys have also stopped communicating. We sent one of the attendants to the floor, following the group. He didn't find any signs of a struggle or shooting. The door was closed, no one was there. It was quiet, no sounds behind the door could be heard. We told him to wait at the door. Sent snipers and specialists with the thermal equipment to the next building. In two hours we received the following conclusion – in the apartment only one object.
Watched him until the morning of today, his behavior was no different from a simple man in the street. Something was cooking, ate dinner, read something, sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary, which is strange. And in the morning he came to the secret division of the head office, although we do not advertise. Where he learned about this place is unclear. Told watch that he was waiting for. Of course, we ordered a skip and an escort to the interrogation room. Several of our investigators tried to figure out what was what, but nothing came of it. He seems to be answering questions, but so that the investigators themselves lose the thread of the conversation. Four hours was wasted and nothing was achieved. In addition, leaving the interrogation room, each of the investigators felt a sharp decline in forces. Now they are all under the droppers rest. It's hard to say anything articulate.
General was silent.
"Interesting," replied the captain.
– In General, we need a person who could talk to him sensibly, substantively, make a report, write down all the necessary information. So far, we'll see.
Is he still in the interrogation room?
Oddly enough, Yes. He didn't even try to leave. He's waiting for. I don't know what he expects.
– Or someone-added captain.
"Or who…" replied the General.
***
Isaev arrived in his Department in a state of mixed feelings. It was decided to extend the time-out until the morning of the next day. If the object leaving is to put a tail on him, if continue to wait, to communicate with him myself Isaev, if he don't get up in the morning a worthy replacement. The prospect of getting under the drip after the interrogation is not too tempting, among other things in this story featured many variables.
– It seems that the object is really something of itself. I did not ask the General about the reasons for his detention. What does fraud mean? What is meant by this. Leaked it to "the top", but it is not their method. As a rule, they solve problems with the objects of their experiences on their own, so they are not "too tough". What happened to the two operas of the band? And why did he come in person? His behavior before coming to the Department is also atypical. Something's not right here… – talked about himself the captain, coming up to the Desk, where he waited for two cases left by the investigator.
Now the captain was not to grasp the essence of the left, had one urgent task to the rapidly expiring term of its performance.
In the morning… okay, it is clear that to interview except me no one else. Who else will I find in a few hours. It's almost night. Can we deal at least with these Affairs investigator, and in the morning come what may – the captain decided.
After reviewing the case, Isaev immediately felt something familiar about the handwriting and the nature of the killings. The level of persons who were liquidated, was rather high. Not many people were in the area who could fulfill these orders. Of course, this could have been done by a person from another region, but the inner instinct told Isaev that he was not mistaken in his intuition this time.
The captain took out his mobile, found in a notebook entry "travel Agency" and pressed "call".
In the taiga area on a natural wide meadow already faded fire, when the Tier took out of the tent tourist Mat.
– What not to tell, and to sleep under the open sky is an inexpressible feeling. The stars, the smell of fire, nature… romantic… life – he reasoned to himself, moving towards the empty skewers. He conveniently settled down on the Mat, climbing into the sleeping bag, do not forget to put the same compact gun, and had already closed his eyes when he heard a quiet mobile phone call.
On the screen of the caller reflected the inscription " number is not defined»
– Listen to-changing voice, quietly one Tier.
– Hello, I would like to approach, learn about the next hot permits – the confident voice of the captain Isayev sounded in a handset of phone.
***
Already the night was far advanced when the two cars came to a remote city wasteland.
– Hello, captain, you as always not on time, but I glad you to see – hugging old an over-familiar, said Tier.
– Yeah, and I didn't miss you too much, and as you know, I didn't invite you here just now to get a bottle of beer under the moonlight.
I was hoping that pulling out from his pockets two bottles of beer and putting them in the car, masterfully played the naive role of the Tier.
– I see you're not losing your touch, as always, a step ahead – assessing the course, said the captain.
– Judging by the fact that we're here now, I'm not so good. Dig up what?
– I can't tell you that. In General, no. The investigator brought two capercaillie. There brother and sister killed in their apartments. Muddy things, I think, nobody will open. Lie down a couple of months in the archives, and then get lost at random. I wanted to ask you a favor.
Tier grinned slyly, realizing all that the captain has hidden under the words.
– Service. You know, anything for you.…
***
In the morning of the next day the interrogation went Tier. The man sitting in her chair look fresh, as if just woken up from a long healing sleep, although the surveillance cameras talked about the fact that he had not slept quietly without stirring were these days with open eyes.
– Talk? – covering for a the door, asked Tier.
The man in the interrogation room smiled and made an inviting gesture.
***
– Comrade captain, may I? – the investigator at the beginning of the tenth morning glanced to Isayev.
– Lavrov, what do you want?
– Comrade captain, things are not looking? Any leads yet?
– Yeah, I checked your files. Fine work. You know, a man of that level doesn't leave a trail, but if you dig up anything, it'll be great. You will grow, so to speak, over yourself. Most of the time.
– How to understand it? What do you mean? Why not for long?
Because if the one who removed these two, the captain tapped his finger on cases lying on his Desk – you sense that under him dig, he is unlikely to run. Judge for yourself what he risks. He's got at least two bodies on him. And where two-there and three. One term.
– And why did you decide, comrade captain, that these two murders were committed by the same person?
Isaev realized that no matter how he tried, a bit boltnul too much.
– Handwriting one, vital, handwriting. Dead brother and sister. People are not very poor, of course someone ordered them. You want to understand who and why-just watch what will lead to the changes and everything will become clear. But by and large, who died?
– Like who? Well, it's written there. Some scribbler and his sister.
– Let's put not some, but rather well-known in high circles and a very wealthy writer. But in fact, he was already old, and his sister was still that snake. I looked through the archives for it a few trial number of property claims. The nobles have found their berth. Are you willing to risk your own skin for this?
I do not know.
– Well, that's what I mean. No, I understand that when it comes to the grave injustice, when children suffer, when criminals create