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Помощник шерифа оставил Чигура стоять в углу со скованными за спиной руками а сам уселся во вращающееся кресло снял шляпу закинул ноги на стол и позвонил по мобильнику Ламару.Только что вошел. Шериф, на нем была такая штука вроде кислородного баллона как у больных эмфиземой или там еще для чего. А в рукаве шланг пропущен с пистолетом на конце какие используют на скотобойнях. Да сэр. Очень похоже. Когда приедете увидите сами. Да сэр. У меня не забалуешь. Слушаюсь сэр.Он встал и ключом из связки на поясе открыл ящик стола. Склонился чтобы достать ключи от камер и в этот момент Чигур присел на корточки быстро опустил скованные за спиной руки под колени. Сел на пол отклонился назад пропустил цеп...
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Помощник шерифа оставил Чигура стоять в углу со скованными за спиной руками а сам уселся во вращающееся кресло снял шляпу закинул ноги на стол и позвонил по мобильнику Ламару.Только что вошел. Шериф, на нем была такая штука вроде кислородного баллона как у больных эмфиземой или там еще для чего. А в рукаве шланг пропущен с пистолетом на конце какие используют на скотобойнях. Да сэр. Очень похоже. Когда приедете увидите сами. Да сэр. У меня не забалуешь. Слушаюсь сэр.Он встал и ключом из связки на поясе открыл ящик стола. Склонился чтобы достать ключи от камер и в этот момент Чигур присел на корточки быстро опустил скованные за спиной руки под колени. Сел на пол отклонился назад пропустил цеп...
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For my cousin. PETER NATHAN. Keller drew his pair of tongs from his breast pocket and carefully lifted a stamp from its glassine envelope. It was one of Norway’s endless Posthorn series, worth less than a dollar, but curiously elusive, and missing from his collection. He examined it closely, held it to the light to make sure the paper hadn’t thinned where a hinge had once secured it to an album page, and returned it to the envelope, setting it aside for purchase.The dealer, a tall and gaunt gentleman whose face was frozen on one side by what he had explained was Bell’s palsy, gave a one-side-of-the-face chuckle. “One thing I like to see,” he said, “is a man who carries his own tongs with him...
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Late one Tuesday afternoon, Joe Kurtz rapped on Eddie Falcos apartment door."Whos there?" Eddie called from just the other side of the door.Kurtz stood away from the door and said something in an agitated but unintelligible mumble."What?" called Eddie. "I said who the fucks there?". Kurtz made the same urgent mumbling noises."Shit," said Eddie and undid the police lock, a pistol in his right hand, opening the door a crack but keeping it chained.Kurtz kicked the door in, ripping the chain lock out of the wood, and kept moving, shoving Eddie Falco deeper into the room. Eddie was several inches taller and at least thirty pounds heavier than Kurtz, but Kurtz had momentum on his side.Eddie swung ...
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"Hard," replied the Dodger."As nails," added Charley Bates.— by Charles Dickens. On the day he was shot in the head, things were going strangely well for Joe Kurtz. In fact, things had been going strangely well for weeks. Later, he told himself that he should have known that the universe was getting ready to readjust its balance of pain at his expense.And at much greater expense to the woman who was standing next to him when the shots were fired.He had a two P.M. appointment with his parole officer and he was there at the Civic Center on time. Because curb parking around the courthouse was almost impossible at that time of day, Kurtz used the parking garage under the combined civic, justice...
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Joe Kurtz knew that someday he would lose focus, that his attention would wander at a crucial minute, that instincts honed in almost twelve years of cell-block survival would fail him, and on that day he would die a violent death.Not today.He noticed the old Pontiac Firebird turning behind him and parking at the far side of the lot when he pulled into Teds Hot Dogs on Sheridan, and when he stepped out, he noticed three men staying in their car as the Pontiacs engine idled. The Firebirds windshield wipers moved the falling snow aside in two black arcs, but Kurtz could see the three mens heads outlined by the lights behind them. It was not yet 6:00 p.m., but full night had fallen in that dark,...
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