Читать книгу Maxwell's Demon онлайн

75 страница из 77

‘Fucking hell, Sophie,’ I said.

That’s another thing I should’ve told you about Sophie Almonds – whenever she gave advice, it was almost always right. The longer I’d known her, the harder it had become to dispute this one simple fact.

‘Fucking hell.’

There were more trees by the church, the fallen leaves even more plentiful, and swarms of them whipped and tumbled as the icy wind threw its weight around the little graveyard.

I stretched out my arms, holding both envelopes up to the wind and they fluttered and shook violently, trying to get free. It would’ve been the easiest thing in the world to let them go. The leaves were so deep, they’d probably lie forgotten amongst the weathered headstones until they mulched down in the cycle of winter snows and thaws. The thread of this whole story would simply blow away and be gone. Nothing would come next: no answers, no problems, no decisions, no nothing. Turn off the computer – click, and that would be that.

I held my hands up a little higher. Sophie had done all she could to convince me to let this whole business go, and with the slightest movement, I could do exactly that.