Killing Them Softly (Cogan's Trade Movie Tie-in Edition) by George V Higgins

Author:George V Higgins [Higgins, George V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-345-80502-7
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2012-09-24T16:00:00+00:00

“IT WAS FUCKIN’ BEAUTIFUL,” Russell said. He sat on the trunk of the GTO and Frankie leaned against a parking meter. The car was parked in front of the Chicken In the Box on Cambridge Street in Boston.

“We leave inna middle of the night, for Christ sake,” Russell said. “I said to him: Tor Christ sake, Kenny, we’re gonna have to drive inna daytime sooner or later, there’s no way we’re stoppin’ anywhere with what we’re gonna have in there. So why the fuck’re we leaving when we oughta be in bed?’

“ ‘Well,’ he tells me, ‘see, we gotta do it this way. I wanna get the hell at least onna Jersey Pike before it gets light. Too many fuckin’ cops around here, heard about fuckin’ dogs missing. See a couple guys, earful of dogs, they’re maybe gonna get around to stopping us, see what we got to say.’ But cops other places, they didn’t hear nothing about dogs, nobody told them anything. ‘And besides,’ he says, ‘I did this before. First part of the trip’s really something. So, we start inna dark.’

“Then he shows up,” Russell said. “See, I couldn’t sleep. He told me: ‘Get yourself six, seven hours in the afternoon, you can. We got about sixteen hundred miles in front of us. Last time, took me almost three days. So it’d really help, you get some sleep, all them dogs inna car and everything.’

“Okay,” Russell said, “I try it. I get up. I eat. I sit around. I let my fuckin’ dogs out. I let my fuckin’ dogs in. I feed my fuckin’ dogs. That’s another thing he tells me. ‘When’ve you been feeding them dogs? At night, probably.’ I tell him, yeah, just before I go out, the horsemeat and the fuckin’ meal. Keeps them nice and quiet. ‘Tomorrow,’ he says, ‘feed them, lunch instead. Dogs don’t know the difference. I want them dogs have a good shit for themselves, before we get them inna car. Also, now, I want you to give them something, all right?’

“I thought he means the phenobarb,” Russell said. “Christ, I got myself so much phenobarb I could nod off half the town without doing nothing else. No. Because, see, you dope them just before you load them up, inna car, they all start off with a nice nap. He’s got mineral oil. Four fuckin’ gallons of mineral oil.

“ ‘Dump this in their fuckin’ food,’ he says. ‘Give ’em fuckin’ all of it. Got any tomato soup? Get about twenny cans tomato soup, mix that up and heat it, right? Just like you’re gonna eat it yourself.’ I tell him, I can’t eat it, it hasn’t got rice in it. ‘Always tomato rice inna slammer, Kenny,’ I say. ‘I gotta put rice in it?’ He doesn’t know anything. The guy’s got absolutely no sense of humor and he never did time. He don’t know anything.”

“He should’ve,” Frankie said.

“There’s very few guys,” Russell said, “shouldn’t’ve. ‘Look,’ he says, ‘heat it up and dump the oil in.

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