Saving Masterson by Bill Brooks

Author:Bill Brooks [Bill Brooks]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780061748271
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2007-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Frenchy LeBreck was toting the books when Teddy entered the Paris Club. Frenchy wore an eyeshade, garters on his sleeves. He had a stack of paper money near his right hand, a stack of silver and gold coins to his left and a tote book in the center. He was writing figures down in the book.

Teddy said, “You wanted to see me about a job.”

Under the shade, Frenchy’s dark gaze darted around the room. He swept the money off the table and into a cigar box, took it and the book and said, “Follow me if you please,” and led Teddy to a back room where he deposited box and book in a small thick safe, then latched it shut.

“I want you to kill a man,” Frenchy said, straightening from the safe.

“Who?”

“First I need some assurances you can do this thing I ask of you, that you are as you advertise yourself.”

“You want me to kill someone for free to prove I can and will?”

“No, nothing so bold.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know.”

“A man would have to be pretty foolish to go around advertising himself as a hired gun if he wasn’t one, don’t you think?” Teddy said. “It’s early but I could stand a drink.”

Frenchy sat down behind a small desk, opened a drawer and took out a bottle half filled with amber liquid.

“Bourbon is good, yes?”

“Sure.”

Frenchy held the bottle forth. Teddy took it, pulled the cork and took a decent swallow before handing it back. Frenchy’s eyes never strayed from Teddy’s movements.

“Where you come from, eh?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not. This man I want you to kill, he’s very dangerous.”

“They all can be, some more than others.”

“How much you charge for such work?”

“Depends. If he’s a high official, a lawman or politician, I charge more than if he’s not. The greater the risks, the higher the fee.”

“This man is no official.”

“Five hundred, then.”

Frenchy nodded his head approvingly.

“I guess that’s okay.”

“It has to be, that’s what I charge.”

“Okay then, when will you do it?”

“When do you want it done?”

“Soon as possible.”

“Then that’s when I’ll do it. I still need to know who it is you want me to kill.”

Frenchy took out a piece of paper and wrote a name on it and shoved it across the desk. Teddy read the name; to his surprise it wasn’t either of the Mastersons. It was Bone Butcher.

“You mind my asking why you want this fellow dead?” Teddy said.

“It’s personal matter. Like you say, what does it matter, eh?”

Teddy shrugged.

“Makes no difference, really.”

“Good, good. I give you some of the money now and some when you finish it, eh?”

“Sure, that will be good.”

Frenchy swiveled the chair about and turned the dial on the safe. It sounded like teeth clicking.

What the hell am I going to do about this? Teddy thought as he waited for Frenchy to retrieve half the money. Two hundred and fifty dollars in paper money is what Frenchy counted out on the desk.

“I only take gold,” Teddy said.

Frenchy’s brows knitted.

“I don’t have that much in gold.

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