Live Bait by P. J. Tracy

Author:P. J. Tracy [Tracy, P. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Suspense
ISBN: 9780786265138
Google: W_5s8PJSc14C
Amazon: 1593352956
Barnesnoble: 1593352956
Goodreads: 764356
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2004-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

25

The sun was just beginning to rise over the river bluffs when Magozzi and Gino crossed the Mississippi on the Lake Street Bridge. The streaks of pink and gold in the sky reflected on the dark surface of the water, rippling like shimmering ribbons of champagne.

‘Boy, would I love to be able to put that on canvas,’ Magozzi murmured. ‘Look at the water, Gino. It’s beautiful.’

Gino grunted. He had some serious bags under his eyes this morning, and his cropped blond hair looked angry. ‘Beautiful, my ass. You wouldn’t think so if you’d had my night. The Accident got into a box of that kids’ cereal with all the different-colored animals, and threw up rainbows for about three hours. Looked just like that water.’

‘The kid’s kind of young to be eating that stuff, isn’t he?’

‘The kid will never eat that cereal, if Angela has anything to say about it. It was my secret cache. You know those rubber-bandy things you kid-proof your cupboards with?’

‘Nope.’

‘Well, they don’t work, or else the Accident’s a genius.’

‘You have to quit calling him that. He’s going to get a complex.’

‘I would never call him that to his little, sweet, drooling face. Man, I’m starving. Would you please tell me why traffic is stopped dead in the middle of this bridge at six o’clock in the morning?’

The legendary body of water they were suspended over was the geographical division between Minneapolis and its twin city, and after Magozzi had seen a repeat of Kristen Keller’s report this morning, he’d understood why Malcherson had chosen a hole-in-the-wall diner in St Paul as the venue for this morning’s emergency briefing. Word was that the press had already set up a full ambush at City Hall in Minneapolis. St Paul was the last place they’d be looking for them.

‘Oh, man, would you look at this?’ Gino grumbled, getting out of the car. ‘There are people trotting around all over the road up there. Slap on the roof light, I’m going to go push my weight around.’ He stalked away up through the lines of motionless cars, and Magozzi said a silent prayer for all the motorists who had come between Gino and his breakfast.

He was back in under five minutes, sliding into the car, wearing a silly little smile. ‘That was pretty cool.’

Magozzi gave him a sidelong once-over. ‘You’ve got feathers on your shirt.’

‘Huh. How about that.’

‘You didn’t eat a bird or anything, did you?’

‘Nah. It was one of those suicidal mother ducks, leading her kids across the bridge like she owned the place. You got any idea how fast those little yellow buggers can run? We had a heck of a time catching them all. Some guy had an empty beer case in his truck, so we stuffed them all in there and he’s taking them to the other side. Traffic should start moving in a minute.’

Basil’s Broiler was a dimly lit greasy spoon that catered to all-night types, most of whom had already straggled home to bed if the empty stools and tables were any indication.

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