The Road to Omaha by Robert Ludlum

Author:Robert Ludlum [Ludlum, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Espionage, Thrillers, Suspense, General, Mystery & Detective, Humorous Fiction, Humorous Stories, Omaha (Neb.), Indians of North America, Indians of North America - Legal Status; Laws; Etc, Adventure Stories, Legal stories, Cultural Heritage
ISBN: 9780261672840
Google: 5SKqwckuCh8C
Amazon: 0261672843
Barnesnoble: 0261672843
Goodreads: 126227
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 1991-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

The two rental cars raced south on Route 93 toward Boston, Paddy Lafferty commandering the first, his wife, driving the second, approximately a mile behind. Aaron Pinkus sat in front with his chauffeur, while Sam Devereaux, his mother, and Jennifer Redwing were in the rear seat, the Indian attorney between Mother and son. The second vehicle carried General MacKenzie Hawkins in the front with Mrs Lafferty, as Desis One and Two were in the back, playing blackjack with a deck of cards appropriated from the former ski lodge.

‘Now, you hear me good, little girl!’ said the plumpish Erin Lafferty of fine Celtic features into the car telephone. ‘I want the buster boy to have a full bowl of oatmeal with real milk - not that watered-down crap Grandpa drinks - and the tiny lass should have two slices of bread soaked in eggs and fried - two eggs, got that? ... All right, girl, I’ll get back to you later.’

‘Your children?’ asked the Hawk somewhat awkwardly as Mrs Lafferty replaced the phone.

‘Have you got your brain anywheres near your head, man? Do I look like a woman who’s got wee tots?’

‘I merely overheard your conversation, madam -’

‘That was my youngest, Bridget, who’s lookin’ after my older lad’s — my second oldest lad’s — kids, while them two-toilet suppositories are on a cruise ... would you believe, a cruise?’

‘Did your husband object?’

‘How the hell could he? Dennis-boyo is a big accountant with all those letters after his name. He does our taxes.’

‘I see.’

‘May the devil fart perfume, you do! Never have kids who are brainier than you. There’s hell to pay.’ The car telephone buzzed and Mrs Lafferty picked it up. ‘What is it, Bridgey? You can’t find the refrigerator, girl? ... Oh, it’s you, Paddy, darlin’, who I may just push your head into a barrel of used crank case oil.’ Erin Lafferty held the phone out for Hawkins. ‘Paddy says Mr Pinkus wants to talk to you.’

‘Thank you, madam ... Commander?’

‘No, it’s still Paddy, great General. I’ll put the boss on in a second or two. I just wanted to tell you not to pay no attention to my woman. She’s a good girl, sir, but she’s not been in true combat, if you know what I’m drivin’ at.’

‘I understand, Gunny. But if I were you, I’d make damn sure “buster boy” gets his oatmeal with real milk and the “tiny lass” has her fried bread with two eggs.’

‘Oh, she’s been on the breakfast bit again, has she? Grandmothers can be the end of the good life, General ... Here’s Mr Pinkus.’

‘General?’

‘Commander? What’re the map coordinates, sir?’

‘That what? ... Oh, where we’re going. Yes, well, I’ve just made arrangements for us all to stay at my brother-in-law’s summer house in Swampscott. It’s on the beach and rather delightful, and as he and Shirley’s sister are in Europe, it’s completely available.’

‘Well done, Commander Pinkus. A comfortable bivouac under combat conditions is good for the troops’ morale. Do you have an

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