A Catskill Eagle by Parker Robert B

Author:Parker, Robert B. [Parker, Robert B.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Detective, Private investigators, Fiction - Mystery, Crime & mystery, Mystery & Detective, Escapes, Political, Mystery & Detective - General, Hard-Boiled, Fiction, Boston (Mass.), Mystery fiction, Mystery & Detective - Hard-Boiled, Crime, Suspense, Private investigators - Massachusetts - Boston, General, Crime & Thriller, Spenser (Fictitious character)
ISBN: 9780440111320
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 1986-06-01T15:13:02.506000+00:00

The jeep stopped beside us and two men in blue coveralls and blue baseball hats got out and walked over to the car. One stood behind our car, the other came around to the driver's side. Both wore army-style flapped holsters on web belts. A patch on the sleeve of the jump suit said TRANSPAN SECURITY. The guard leaned down and looked in the car window. He wore reflecting sunglasses and a dark beard and very little of his face showed under the down-pulled bill of his hat.

"Excuse me," the guard said, "may I ask why you gentlemen are parked here?"

"Gee," I said, "we didn't mean any harm. We were just wondering what this place was. Is it an army base?"

"I'm sorry," the guard said, "but this is a restricted area and I'll have to ask you to move on."

"This area? I didn't know. I thought it was a regular public road."

The guard shook his head. "I'll have to ask you to drive on."

"Sure, officer," I said. "We're from out of state. Is there anyplace good around here to get a steak and a few beers?"

"Pequod House," he said. "Go down here, cross the bridge, and about five miles east you'll find it."

"You go there?" I said. "Is it good?"

He grinned, his teeth suddenly bright in his beard. "Good, bad, doesn't matter. It's the only place in fifty miles."

"Oh," I said, "I gotcha. Okay, thanks. We'll go there then. You guys Army?"

"No, private operation. Turn it around now and move out."

"Yes, sir," I said. "Thanks for the tip."

I U-turned and we drove slowly back down the way we'd come. The jeep followed us, past the Transpan complex and all the way to the bridge.

Across the bridge Hawk slid the magnum back under his coat.

"You kept your dignity," Hawk said. "You didn't jump out and kiss his ass."

"Humble but proud," I said. "And we know where the guards hang out off duty."

CHAPTER 28

HAWK AND I GOT A ROOM ON THE SECOND FLOOR of the Pequod House, dumped our luggage in it, and went down to the bar.It was a big square room with a bar along one wall and tables filling the rest. There were three men at the bar and one middle-aged couple at the far end of the room sitting at a table having early supper. The waitress had stiff blond hair and bright pink lipstick. She was thin and her brown waitress uniform was too big for her. She put two mimeographed menus down in front of us.

"Specials tonight are chicken pot pie and calves' liver with bacon," she said.

"You have steak," Hawk said.

"Yes, sir," she said, "best in the Valley.

"I believe that," Hawk said. "I'll have one, medium rare. And a double vodka martini on the rocks with a twist."

"You want that before the meal, sir?"

"Un huh."

I ordered the same thing. And the waitress went briskly to the bar.

"You gonna ask her, she seen Susan Silverman," Hawk said.

"Not yet."

The waitress came back with the martinis. "Go good with dinner," Hawk said.

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