Barely Legal
- Автор: Вудс Стюарт, Холл Парнелл
- Серия: Herbie Fisher #1
- Год: 2017
- Язык: английский
- Год: G.P. Putnam's Sons
- ISBN: 978-0-7352-1723-2
- Жанр: Триллеры
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She’d do it the next time they took her to the bathroom. She’d hear the key in the lock and she’d be ready.
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Taperelli was sitting in his large leather chair with his feet up and a drink in his hand. On a local chat show Jules Kenworth was pontificating on the benefits his new building would have for the community. To hear him talk, Jules Kenworth was almost singlehandedly responsible for easing unemployment and bringing commerce to New York City.
Tommy Taperelli’s wife stuck her head in the study door.
“Not now,” Taperelli said irritably. His wife knew better than to disturb him in the study.
“There are cops outside. I thought you’d want to know.”
Taperelli kicked his feet off the settee and spilled his drink. “What the hell!?”
He went to the window, lightly brushed aside a corner of the curtain, and looked outside.
Taperelli called Mookie. “I’ve got cops on my house.”
“Oh?”
“So far they’re just doing drive-bys, no one’s knocked on the door. But they’re staking the place out, so maybe someone talked and they’re looking for the girl. If so, they’re looking in the wrong place. They’ve got no reason to look in the right place, but be alert. You out there now?”
“Yeah.”
“How many guys you got?”
“Me, Gus, Chico, and Lou.”
“Everybody carrying?”
“Sure.”
“Check on the girl.”
Mookie hung up the phone and went upstairs. The door was closed, the key was in the lock.
Mookie raised his voice. “Back away from the door.”
Mookie took his gun out, unlocked the door with his left hand, twisted the knob, and pushed the door open.
Melanie was standing by the door, close enough to have kicked him if he hadn’t been wary. When she saw the gun in his hand she took a step back.
“That’s a good girl,” Mookie said.
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Yeah, well, I’d like to win the lottery,” Mookie said. He slammed the door and went downstairs to get a beer.
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Dino swerved around a taxi with his cell phone plastered to his ear. He straightened the car, barked at Stone, “Where is he now?”
Stone was thrown sideways as Fred overtook a semi, skidded into the outer lane. “L.I.E., heading east toward City Field.”
“Where are you?”
“About ten minutes behind.”
“I’m catching up.”
“Bullshit,” Stone said. “Your only advantage is you don’t have to worry about getting pulled over.”
“You’re sweating a speeding ticket?”
“I don’t want to miss the action.” Fred nosed the Bentley through a gap the size of a pinhole and floored the gas.
Herbie was crushed between Carlo and Ollie the Ox. With the town car this crowded, Mario Payday was sitting up front with the driver, leaving the others to the backseat. Herbie didn’t mind being squished, he was just afraid they’d notice his gun, or the damn thing would go off and he’d shoot himself in the leg. The gamble was desperate enough. He didn’t need the attempt to be over before it began. The thug squishing his gun had so much fat and muscle he didn’t seem to notice the hard metal jamming into his leg.
The town car took an exit. The turn jammed the gun even harder into the side of the thug.
Herbie tried to control his breathing, and prayed that Ollie the Ox lived up to his nickname.
The cab almost missed the exit. David had to scream at the driver, who nearly totaled the cab, causing a ten-car pileup that would have shut down the L.I.E. He cut across two lanes of traffic and fishtailed onto the exit ramp as a chorus of car horns applauded the move.
The cab was much too close to the car for comfort.
“Slow!” David warned. “In case the light’s red.”
It wasn’t. The town car breezed right off the exit just as the light was changing.
“Make it! Make it! Make it!” David screamed.
The cabbie missed the last flash of yellow and flew through on the red, prompting another blare of horns.
A block ahead, the town car appeared to take no notice. It slowed and took a right. The cabbie graced David with his ritual grumble, and followed.
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Mario’s town car pulled up in front of the house, and the four men got out and walked up to the door. Carlo banged on it. After a moment, he banged on it again.
Gus opened the door and peered out. His attitude was not welcoming. “Whaddya want?”
“Ninety thousand dollars,” Carlo said.
Gus blinked. “What?”
“We’re here for the money.”
Gus laughed. “Get lost.” He started to shut the door.
Carlo’s eyes blazed. He moved his bulk forward into the doorway and started to draw his gun, but Mario Payday grabbed his arm. “Carlo. There is no need for unpleasantness. Let Mr. Fisher handle this.” Mario pushed Herbie forward. “Mr. Fisher, if you please.”
Herbie smiled at the two goons. “Could I speak to Uncle Henry, please?”
The man’s brow furrowed. “Who?”
“He’s expecting me. I know you’re here to guard the money, but not from me. I’m the one the money is for.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Yes, it is,” Mario Payday said. He bulled his way in the door with his usual sense of entitlement, pushing Herbie along with him. Mario’s goons crowded in behind him.
Cousin Lou, roused from his lethargy, got up from the couch. “Hey. This is my house.”
“Are you Uncle Henry?” Mario said.
“I’m Cousin Lou.”
Mookie came out of the kitchen with a beer. “Hey, what’s going on here?” His eyes widened. “Mario Payday! What the hell are you doing here?” He spotted Herbie. “And the lawyer. What are you doing with him? I thought you killed his girlfriend.”
Herbie blinked. His head came up. Mario Payday killed Yvette? Not Tommy Taperelli?
In a flash, he realized it was true.
There was no time for that now. The stairs were across the room. He had to get there. And here he was, trapped between two gangs of goons.
“He’s got a gun!” Herbie warned.
No one had, but suddenly everyone did. No one fired, but everyone drew at once. The thugs faced each other down.
Herbie’s gun was still in his hip holster. He surreptitiously eased it out and let it hang down the side of his leg.
He squeezed the trigger and fired a shot into the floor.
And everyone began shooting.
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David stopped the cab two houses down from Cousin Lou’s. He watched as Herbie and the men went up to the front door. As soon as they went inside, he began creeping up on the house. He’d just reached the front lawn when there was a single shot, followed by a hail of gunfire.
David jerked his cell phone out of his pocket and called 911.
Herbie dived for the floor, rolled over, and came up by the stairs. He crawled up them on his hands and knees as gunfire exploded all around him. He reached the top, stood up, and glanced around. Down the hall was a closed door with the key in the lock. He raced to it, twisted the key, and opened the door.
Melanie was quivering in fear as she heard a cacophony of gunfire from downstairs, but she wouldn’t let herself succumb to panic. She had to defend herself, now more than ever.
In the midst of the shooting, she heard a heavy tread in the hallway approaching her room. She positioned herself in a loose crouch, hands up in fighting position, her whole body coiled and ready for action.