Pronto by Elmore Leonard & Michel Lebrun

Author:Elmore Leonard & Michel Lebrun [Leonard, Elmore & Lebrun, Michel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9782743606763
Google: YVaOGAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0062020315
Publisher: Harper
Published: 1993-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

ELMORE LEONARD

“How’d they know to come here?”

That stopped him.

“They must’ve followed you. Or they saw her get in the car in Milan. . . .”

“Maybe. But it don’t mean they got a good look at me. See,” Robert Gee said, “I get to town I can put on my North African outfit, sell a few umbrellas and shit. You need a watch? I can do it today. Get a Mercedes, a Lancia, Alfa-Romeo, slip back up here tonight and I’ll go with you as far as Milan or Rome or wherever you want to go. That’ll terminate my employment as a bodyguard, and not any too soon. All the man does is fuss with me, keeps saying I’m gonna sell him out. Joyce says ’cause he’s drinking again, it’s the way he gets. Yeah, well, I don’t need the aggravation. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. Risk getting my ass shot off for what?”

“Didn’t you make a deal with him?”

“I’m saying the man irritates me, that’s all.”

Raylan said, “If it turns out the Zip does know who you are and he puts his gun in your face, would you tell him where Harry is?”

Robert Gee frowned at him. He said, “Man, what kind of a question is that?”

Harry wished Joyce would leave the kitchen for a minute, go to the toilet or something so he could slip a shot of brandy into his coffee. No, she kept flitting around acting domestic, toasting bread in that medieval-looking oven and bringing it to them at the table that must have been as old as the house, a long oak table full of stains and knife scars. Joyce would put a plate of toast down in front of Raylan and he’d grin like he loved it burnt to a crisp. He had his hat

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off, for the first time in Harry’s presence that he could recall, and was surprised to see the guy had hair, dark brown and cut fairly short, down on his forehead. They had coffee with boiled milk. Harry was the only one who passed on the toast and was dipping his bread in a saucer of olive oil. Mmmmm. He was in a good mood, in spite of not having gotten laid this morning; it was close.

“Coffee’s not bad, is it?”

They both nodded.

“Where is he, anyway?”

They both looked at him again.

“Robert Gee. My cook.”

“Watching the road,” Raylan said. “We’re going to have to take turns till we leave.”

Something they hadn’t discussed yet. Leaving. Harry hadn’t made up his mind yet how to react to the idea. He said, “You’re sure he hasn’t sneaked off.”

Neither of them said anything. They liked Robert and trusted him. Harry said, “Why wouldn’t he tell where I am to save his own skin? Or for more money?”

Joyce said, “Why wouldn’t any of us? You’re so much fun to be with. This was not a good idea, Harry.”

“What wasn’t?”

“Coming to Italy. You know where you should go to retire? Las Vegas, it’s more your style.

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