The Snowman by Jorg Fauser

Author:Jorg Fauser
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781904738961
Publisher: Bitter Lemon Press

Outside, Blum was vainly looking for a taxi when Cora appeared beside him. She took his arm. With her boots on she was as tall as him.

“What’s the matter, Blum? What have I done wrong?”

“If you bring me another like that Detlev . . .”

“He’s no worse than anyone else.”

“Are all these characters really your friends?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, that writer, for instance.”

“Oh, him. All he can do is talk.”

“Where did you live together? In Munich?”

“Who cares? Is that what he said? Talk about boastful!”

“And this man James . . .”

“Heavens, you really don’t need to be jealous of him. I know him professionally. He’s a fantastic fashion photographer, but now he’s retired. All he photographs is frogs.”

“Ah. I understand. So you were a model?”

“You don’t understand anything. What are you really doing here?”

“Trying to sell five pounds of cocaine. And you bring me a stinker like that Detlev with his stinking 300 marks in his dungarees. How a grown man can choose to wear dungarees . . .”

“You think you look more like a grown man with that cravat of yours? I thought you urgently needed money. Aren’t 300 marks money? I’ve been known to work a week for that much.”

“Yes, well. Just fancy. I tell you, another three days of scraping about like this and I’ll be in jail. And the anti-nuclear demonstrators won’t be getting me out.”

“Oh, come off it. There’s so much going on here no one will notice you. Don’t take everything so seriously. Anyway, I’ve made a date for twelve-thirty with a character who wants a whole fifteen grams. That’s something, right?”

“Fifteen grams for how much?”

“Three thousand, I said.”

“Good heavens, with fifteen grams you start by asking 4,000. I mean, these guys are rolling in money. You could ask 5,000. When I think of Morocco . . .”

“Oh, ask what you like. It’s your coke. I wish I knew why I’m helping you.”

“Because you want a slice of the pie too.”

“You really think that?”

They stared at each other.

“Of course I think so. It may not be the only thing I’m thinking.”

Her full lips pouted, then she laughed and took his arm again.

“Come on, let’s earn that 3,000 and then get out. I’m sick and tired of Frankfurt.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Far too long, Blum.”

“And where do you want to go?”

“Amsterdam, maybe. Come with me. You’ll get rid of the stuff much more easily there.”

“I’ll have to put a bit more money into the operation first, or it’ll all fall through.”

At last a taxi stopped.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.