Glitz (1985) by Leonard Elmore

Author:Leonard, Elmore [Elmore, Leonard,]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-01-21T02:30:02.796000+00:00

Hey hey, listen to me a minute, no shit

Or do I shoot you and then cut your dick off? I always wondered, Vincent said, since I'm not up on any your quaint guinea customs you guys're into, leaving the dead rat, any a that kind a shit. I think I know which way you'd prefer . . .

There's a mistake, Ricky said. Somebody's made a big fucking mistake, man.

You're right there, Vincent said, you should never a copped or let 'em offer you a deal. They give you immunity?

I never told 'em nothing!

Or you shouldn't a done that to the Puerto Rican broad, one. As I say, I don't know the whole story. They never go into detail, they say here's the name of the fink, do him.

Man listen to me. I can prove I never went near that broad.

That isn't what Frank says.

Fuck him he never even asked me about it. What's he putting this together from? Fucking guy he's using this, try and take me out while Sal's away. That's what it is. I don't know why the fuck I didn't see it. He looked at Vincent intently and said, Listen to me, okay? You got nothing against me. Like you say, it's a job, it's nothing personal. It's what you do, man, you get paid. I know where you're at, man, but listen to me a minute. I didn't kill the broad. It was anybody it was that fucking Colombian, Benavides, but I didn't have nothing to do with it, man, I can prove it. There was two three other people I was with all night, five o'clock in the morning. The broad was killed like at one. See, it's got nothing to do with that or talking to the cops 'cause I never fucking said a fucking word, man. They taped it, you can listen to it, what I said. It's that fucking Ching, man. He wants my ass for some reason I don't even know, so he says I dimed out on him. Bullshit. You see what I'm saying to you? You don't give a shit one way'r the other, right? It's got nothing to do with you. Okay, then how about this? You don't care who pays you either, right? How much is the Ching giving you?

Vincent had to think about it. It was an interesting turn, new possibilities being presented.

Come on, gimme a number.

Twenty-five, Vincent said.

Bullshit. The Ching could get it done for nothing he wanted to. There guys shit, I can name 'em, would pay him.

Yeah, but he sent to Miami, Vincent said, and here I am.

I don't care he sent to fucking China, he's not paying you any twenty-five. I'll give you ten to get fucking lost, disappear. No, uh-unh call him up. Tell him I wasn't there, you couldn't find me. Stall him two three days. That's all you got a do.

Vincent nodded. Okay. Give me the money.

I don't have it on me, for Christ sake. You think I walk

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