You still here? Me too — not for long, but I think I've got time to finish. A hundred and seventy million for some da Vinci daub they're shipping from Europe! Cesara played hardball on the price for a while, but she finally cracked. I'll tell you — it was my charm that did it. Not that you'd believe me — a ferret could see that. Or a hedgehog? Who cares. Both are soulless crap.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFoC5ShRk3E
Things are about to get hot — shooting, bodies. Guaranteed. And money... Piles of it. All over the streets.
This whole stinking pack is stingy as hell at first. They pinch every penny and wait for someone else to make the first move. They don't care what comes out at the end — they're just glad someone else is throwing money around first, hoping to slip through for free. Five or six bodies on their side — that's nothing. Write it off as collateral damage. That's how all the clan accountants work. Plus funerals. They all show off with expensive coffins, fancy wreaths... But really, they all go to old Pepe. That crook can turn two planks and a cheap sheet into a first‑class coffin — you couldn't tell it from the one they put Kennedy in.
But before that, something's bound to go wrong. Always does. I spent twenty years eating shit in the force, and not once did anything go as planned. Every time, the fan kicked on and scattered bills all over the city. Stacks of them. Tons. Because at some point, they stop counting. The main thing is to nail the enemy, no matter the cost. Guys like me — that's all you need. We stand there with a broom and dustpan, just waiting. Waiting for our moment to start sweeping — you know what. I love this business... But it's still too early. Gotta wait. Wait and get ready.
I need someone from the consiglieri. That's what they call themselves — these overinflated, self‑important advisors to Pachèrito and every other godfather and godmother out there. More hot air than use — but that's how their world works, and the important part is, some of them actually know what the boss is planning. I just need one. Just a couple of questions.
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I made that call a couple of days ago:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPOLdHpCwuk
"Hey — long time, no see!" came through the receiver after the first ring.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNV8cOIobW0
"Hey, Sausage! I hear you dropped a kilo."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeNr0uInYHL
Sausage was one of my old partners. He'd slip me useful stuff sometimes, and I'd return the favor.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm0ivXOB2dT
"Bullshit. Scumbag rumors. If I lost weight, Esquire would run my picture on the cover."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeOYg3BZlKq
"Right. And who needs fame? Hard to explain to the IRS how your wife's tits grew two cup sizes."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP4LFksdIPb
"Shit happens..."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxKCAcy9QWb
"Sure — just a matter of price. And where the money came from..."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3Nhg5qLuW
"Shut up, wiseass!"
I didn't. Sausage finally coughed up two addresses where I could find Pachèrito's people. Not consiglieri, no — but it was a start. First place was dead. I camped out under the windows all night — no lights, no nothing. By morning I was wired. I went in. Some Latino on watch. Broke his jaw. Then he spelled it out with hand signs — Pachèrito hadn't shown his face for a month. I put a round through his knee. After that, he was real eager to let me know if Pachèrito ever showed up.
The second address was ten blocks away. I was dead tired, but I held off on sleep. Three Caddies — two with warm hoods. I started up to the fourth floor. No guards — not downstairs, not on two or three... My brain already knew why: nothing upstairs but stiffs.
Experience is a privilege of age. And instinct. Eight bodies across three rooms. The kind of sudden pain you don't see coming — faces frozen mid‑expression. Adrenaline never even made it into their blood. One minute you're sitting there, sipping rum after lunch, then — bang — a slug catches you in the throat. Unpleasant. Cost of doing business. But a prostate massage is worse. Hope they had something to measure it against.
The smell of hot muffler still hung in the air — they'd used an automatic. A pro who walked in when nobody was expecting. A dumb pro, a show‑off. Only a Waimer gives off that stink when fired. The Finns coat their suppressors with that Perma Blue crap. There are three of those toys in the whole city — they just hit the streets. I got lucky. Now I just have to figure out which one.
Rain started tapping on the sill. Down below, some girl was trying to haul an old lady to a bench.
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I helped drag the old bat over.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTa4mEbGdYj
"You okay? Want me to call an ambulance?"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpNFIjMQAsg
"Yes... if you could..." — she was clutching her chest.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHlxJIsUAId
I handed the girl a dime and nodded toward the booth. She took off like a shot.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwRelHpbqMC
"What happened? Can you hear me?" — I leaned in.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡprFbb5yxR6
"It... it was blue. With shiny things on it. And a funny horn... Like a cavalry call," the old lady waved her hands in the air, trying to draw the car.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO4Z6z962qK
"Did you see the make?"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWmueq1pI8q
"I don't know... Some kind of cross..."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡklgcxMh0fU
Chevrolet. With a cavalry horn. The pro was getting dumber by the minute. When the girl came out of the booth, I dialed Sausage again:
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"Can I ever get a goddamn meal in peace?"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMVTSzqjZuU
"Two burgers if you tell me who's behind the wheel of a blue Chevy with a cavalry horn."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuXZoGdTi67
"What? There are dozens of those."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6bQKSuhHbu
I scanned the street — the girl was gone. A patrol Ford was easing into the alley. A hit‑and‑run old bag is a headache for them. She'll be dead before they finish the first page of paperwork.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ54ifLozKvo
"What about Pachèrito's crew?"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTrRBgdaDLb
"I'll dig."
"Check it out. And here's something for you... Eight bodies. Still warm. Shot with a suppressed auto. But it stays off the books till after the autopsy. You hear me, Sausage?"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡySoEH3kIKs
"Writing it down... Thanks. I'll call you about the Chevy later."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ4oWl7YLd3
I gave him the address and hung up. Little Pachèrito was cutting dead weight. That means the da Vinci job goes down with a skeleton crew — so they can vanish fast. Where to? Where his money's already parked. I suddenly remembered Cesara — her legs... Desire started ripping me apart. After a bloodbath, real men always get hard.
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The ticket was waiting for Pshchedbrzdzhynski at the counter. The airline girl glanced at the fake ID, and her eyes got permanently stuck on the bridge of her nose:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdOtRy5Ujyi
"Yedr... Yedrz... Yedrzhey..." — a good seven minutes crawled by — "Pshed... Pshedbr... Pshedbrzdzh..."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzdYmG2vRoq
"Pshchedbrzdzhynski," he offered helpfully.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKSDJuYJuoJ
She gave a strained smile and shoved the ticket vaguely in his direction... Pshchedbrzdzhynski stepped up, took it, said everything would be fine, and hurried to the gate.
His seatmate was a pudgy little guy with greasy hair, dying to talk:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfkhJAU9xDS
"What brings you to Amsterdam? I'm heading home. Just finished a business trip — insuring a painting. Finally, that tightwad," — he dropped to a whisper — "my boss, gave me a real job! And he even paid for business class! Can you believe it? The commission I'm bringing him — it's insane! I mean, really!.."
Pshchedbrzdzhynski's head was starting to pound from the chatter.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuDgsRzxZJe
"So why are you flying to Amsterdam?" the seatmate pressed on.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGzPYT9Gzos
"Hashish," he said, washing it down with whiskey.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCV3xXl8A97
"Ha‑ha‑ha..." the pudgy man burst out. "How delightful! I want a piece of your business!"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEwXMDbKFEm
"Actually, I run a funeral home. Hashish is just a hobby — we stuff it into the corpses and ship them across the ocean."90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzpqsGv2DNu
The pudgy man clapped his hands, repeating:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQa0Z7ptD8D
"How delightful! How delightful! A wonderful hobby, a wonderful business... And I'm in insurance! I think I mentioned that already... I could insure your clients! My name is Henk van der Werf. Let's have a drink! But first — excuse me, I need to use the restroom..."
He'd worn him out completely, and when he came back, a couple of phenobarbital tablets had already dissolved in his whiskey. Three minutes later, the pudgy man melted into his seat, drooling over the big contract... da Vinci... and fell asleep.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXN5DuLXXNS
Lot of da Vinci lately...
Pshchedbrzdzhynski pretended to dab the seatmate's lapel with a napkin and, with two fingers, slipped into the inside pocket. Getting to know people was his talent... The passport was indeed in Van der Werf's name. More interesting was the business card he found: Jimmy White, VP of First Security, and phone numbers... He sat up and looked around — the cabin was dim, readying for the movie, the stewardesses were chattering in the galley. Time for a leak. With the pudgy man's briefcase in tow.
A workspace in a restroom is set up fast — you just have to put the seat down. That's what they taught us at the academy — I passed that on to Pshchedbrzdzhynski. The latch was a three‑digit combo. He reached for his penknife, but then thought of the insurance man — a face like that, he probably couldn't think past 001.
Under a couple of fresh Playboys and a stained shirt lay a copy of the contract. Now this was getting interesting... "First Security" accepts from "Zauber"... accepts for safekeeping... undertakes... He flipped to the back... a canvas by an Italian artist, belonging to Dorothy Bingles... Her signature was third.
Cracking the door open, Pshchedbrzdzhynski hissed for a whiskey to be brought to him right there in the john.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9X29HkatD9
A couple of minutes later, the pilot announced they were hitting turbulence. He put everything back in the briefcase...90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwb0wSzGNim
On the big screen in the cabin, James Bond was viciously kicking a villain in the groin. A stewardess was wiping drool off the sleeping Van der Werf's lapel with a napkin:90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWgGjIM13qo
"I can't figure it out," she smiled charmingly, "who does he remind you of?"90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsx4aG71oce
"An angel before a hangover," Pshchedbrzdzhynski sighed sympathetically.
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and then Add to home screen.