| I gotta get some reliefCome on over here, Frankie
?As fast as a cab can take me, Lou
Prostituto! It would be Frankie the Big Mouth?s last service for him
Out on the street the well-dressed attorney walked two blocks south and a block east to his
waiting limousine parked beneath the canopy of another impressive residence in Brooklyn Heights
His stocky chauffeur of middle years was talking pleasantly with the uniformed doorman, whom he
had generously tipped by nowSpotting his employer, the driver walked rapidly to the limousine?s
rear door and opened itSeveral minutes later they were in traffic heading for the bridge
In the quiet of the backseat, the lawyer undid his alligator belt, pressed the upper and lower rims
of the buckle, and a small cartridge fell out between his legsHe picked it up and refastened the
belt
Holding the cartridge up to the filtered light from the window, he studied the miniaturized voiceactivated
recording deviceIt was an extraordinary chanel jumbo machine, tiny enough and with an acrylic
mechanism that permitted it to fly through the most sophisticated detectorsThe attorney leaned
forward in his seat and spoke to the driver?William??
?Yes, sir The chauffeur glanced up at his rearview mirror and saw his employer?s outstretched
hand; he reached back
?Take this over to the house and put it on a cassette, will you, please??
?Right, Major
The Manhattan lawyer reclined in the seat, smiling to himselfLouis would give him anything
he wanted from now onA capo did not make side arrangements where the family was concerned,
to say nothing of acknowledging certain sexual preferences
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Morris Panov sat blindfolded in the front seat of the sedan with his guard, his hands loosely,
almost courteously bound, as if the capo subordinato felt he was following unnecessary orders
They had been driving for about thirty minutes in silence when the guard spoke
?What?s a perry-oh-dentist?? he audra louis vuitton bag asked
?An oral surgeon, a doctor trained to operate inside patients? mouths on problems relating to
teeth and gum tissueThen seven minutes later: ?What kind of problems??
?Any number of them, from infections to scraping the roots to more complicated surgery usually
in tandem with an oncologistFour minutes later: ?What was that last?the tandy-uncle stuff??
?Oral cancerIf it?s caught in time, it can be arrested with minor bone removalIf not, the
entire jaw might have to go Panov could feel the car briefly swerve as the driver momentarily lost
controlA minute and a half later: ?The whole fuckin? jaw? Half the face??
?It?s either that or the whole of the patient?s life Thirty seconds later: ?You think I could have
something like that??
?I?m a doctor, not an alarmistI merely noted a symptom, I did not make a diagnosis
?So bullshit! So make a dagassnossis!?
?I?m not qualified
?Bullshit! You?re a doctor, ain?t you? I mean a real doctor, not a fasullo who says he is bag by louis vuitton but ain?t
got no shingle that?s legit
?If you mean medical school, yes, I?m that kind of doctor
?So look at me!?
?I can?t Panov suddenly felt the guard?s thick strong hand clawing at his
head, yanking the kerchief off himThe dark interior of the automobile answered a question for
Mo: How could anyone travel in a car with a blindfolded passenger? In that car it was no problem;
except for the windshield, the windows were not merely tinted, they were damn near opaque, which
meant from the outside they were opaqueNo one could see inside
?Go on, look!? The capo subordinato, his eyes on the road, tilted his large head grotesquely
toward Panov; his thick lips were parted and his teeth bared like those of a child playing monster in
the mirror, he shouted again?So tell me what you see!?
?It?s too dark in here,? replied Mo, seeing essentially what he wanted to see in the front window;
they were on a country road, so narrow and so country the next step lower was fake white chanel cambon handbags dirtWherever he
was being taken, he was being driven there by an extremely circuitous route
?Open the fuckin? window!? yelled the guard, his head still twisted, his eyes still on the road, his
gaping mouth approaching a caricature of Orca, the about-to-vomit whale?Don?t hold nothin?
backI?ll break every goddamn finger in that prick?s hands! He can do his fuckin? surgery with his
elbows! I told that stupid sister of mine he was no fuckin? good, that fairyAlways readin? books,
no action on the street, y?know what I mean??
?If you?ll stop shouting for a few seconds, I can get a closer look,? said Panov, having lowered
the window at his side, seeing nothing but trees and the coarse underbrush of a distinctly
backcountry road, one he doubted was on too many maps?There we are,? continued Mo, raising
his loosely bound hands to the capo?s mouth, his eyes, however, not on that mouth but on the road
ahead?Oh, my God!? cried Panov
?What?? screamed the guardPockets of pus tiffany heart drop earrings everywher |
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