John D MacDonald Travis McGee 21 The Lonely Silver Rain

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.As I was reaching to chop at him again, Cappy pushed by me, and with a wideswing laid the flat side of the automatic against the side of Ruffi's curlyhead.It made a crisp, sickening sound.Ruffi lay down so hard his headbounced.There was a nearby scream and a plump young girl came running in todrop to her knees beside him.She had a fatty face, long straight brown hair,lipstick, mascara, little wide-apart breasts the size of baking-powderbiscuits under a tight pink T-shirt.She wore short white shorts."You kilthim!" she sobbed."You shits kilt him!""Shut up, Angie," said her mother in a tired voice."Don't get too close to him," I told Cappy."He'll play possum.""Not for a while, he won't.""Something to tie him up with, Mrs.Casak?" She took me into the kitchen andopened a large low drawer.It was full of odds and ends of string, tape, rope,chain, screwdrivers.As I was selecting some rope, I noticed two little tubesof Miracle Glue, still in the store pack that can only be opened by gorillas.It would be easier and quicker.I took the Miracle Glue into the living room.I nipped the tip off one tubeand divided it evenly between the palms of his slack hands.Then I pulled hisshirt high, crossed his arms and pressed the hands against the sides of historso, against the hairless skin just above belt level.I rubbed them around aPage 82ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllittle bit, then pressed them hard against his body.In a few moments when Ireleased his hands, they stayed right there.I used the second tube on theinside of one thigh, after pulling his shorts high, spreading it from justabove the knee to halfway to the groin.I pressed the thighs together and in afew moments they clung.He coughed and rolled his head from side to side and then opened his eyes.When he couldn't move his hands or his upper legs he frowned and muttered,"What's going on?"Miracle Glue has a hundred household uses," I told him."Hey, Roof," Cappy said.He turned his head to see Cappy."Getting a nicebonus, you freak?""Get away from him! Get away!" a child-voice said from the other doorway,which I assumed led to back bedrooms: The voice trembled.She held a Rugerlongbarrel.22 target pistol in two fat tan hands."Atta girl!" Ruffi said."At's my lover girl.Shoot them, sweetie.Shoot 'emall and we'll go away together and I'll show you the whole world.Shoot thebig bastard first."Cappy dropped to his knees and socketed the blued muzzle of his pistol inRuffs left ear.He grinned at the child."It better be me first, pumpkin.Myfinger will probably twitch, though, and it'll come right out that other ear."Irina walked slowly toward her daughter, saying in a sing-song voice, "Shootyour mommy, dear.Go ahead, Angie.Shoot your mommy."The girl began crying."But I love him and he loves me."Irina reached and took the target pistol out of the girl's sagging hands."Hedoesn't love you, honey.He can't love no eleven-year-old fat dumb kid.Theonly thing he loves is that thing that sticks out of the front of him.Hestuck it into me a dozen times by promising if I let him he'd leave you alone.Then he got tired of me.So he started sticking it into you.He'd stick itinto a gator if she'd lie quiet.And I know what I'm going to do to him sonobody else has to put up with him."She handed me the target pistol and as she did so her back was to Ruffi.Shegave me a wink that screwed up the entire left side of her face.Some peoplecan't move the eyelid alone.It has to be half the face.I knew it meant shewanted to have her way.She went out into the kitchen and came back withpoultry shears.They were slightly rusty but they looked able to cut throughtough skin and chicken bone.She knelt beside him and unzipped his shorts and reached in and pulled himout."Mom!" the child yelled."Oh, Mom, no!"Ruffi raised his head and looked down."No, Irina, please." He raised hisknees and tried to scooch backward.She followed right along, moving sidewayson her knees until his head reached the wall and he could move no further.Hewas circumcised and the glans was so bloodless with his fright it was a pallidlavender.She opened the shears and laid the penis between the blades.He groaned, his face contorted, ashen."Want you to remember this, Ruff or Roof or whatever they call you.Anytimethe rest of your life you get a chance to stick this thing into anybody oranything, you're going to remember how steel feels and it won't get hard."She gave it a little pinch with the shears for emphasis, then tucked it backinto his shorts and zipped him up.She grunted to her feet.Ruffi wastrembling, his eyes leaking.Cappy had put the gun away, probably back into his shoulder bag.He went overand put his arm around Irina.She turned toward him, rested her forehead onhis shoulder."Thanks," she said in a low voice."Thanks for helping me onemore time."He patted her."We gone sell this cat to the Peruvians.Won't bother youagain."In a husky voice, Ruffi said, "Cappy, I can make you a good deal.More thanyou can peddle me for.I know where you can get to one hundred thousanddollars.I can't get to it, but you can.ItIl be a better deal foryou."Page 83ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlCappy said to me, "You think of any reason we have to keep listening to allthat shit?""None whatsoever."Cappy picked up the two tubes of glue, discarded one, squatted next to Ruffiand put one hand on Ruffi's forehead to hold him still and dribbled the finalbit of glue along his lips.He tossed the tube aside and then pinched the lipstogether, smiling up at me.He did too good a job.He left Ruffi all poochedout, looking as if he were about to kiss or whistle.Ruffi's eyebrows wenthigh and his cheeks hollowed as he tried to pull his mouth open."It's gone nice and quiet around here," Cappy said."Mmmm gh mmm.mm," Ruffi said."I want to look around," Cappy said.He went into the back of the house.Thetelevision was still on, the sound off.A woman who looked like an expensivehooker was apparently yelling bad things into the face of a man who lookedlike a hairdresser.They were both overdressed and standing in what could havebeen the bedroom of the departed Shah of Iran.So it was an afternoon soap,and I felt the hollowness of no lunch yet.My jaw creaked.I had sore bruiseson both arms.My head ached."What about the TV?" Irina asked."Enjoy."She turned the sound up.Mother and daughter moved closer, watching andlistening.Cappy came out of the back of the house carrying a tan leatherduffel bag and a jar with a screw-top lid."These clothes will fit, and what I got here is maybe eleven or twelve ouncesof prime white lady"'Leave me some!" Angie yelled."You leave me some."Her mother stood up and Angie never saw the hard palm coming.It smacked heron the side of the face, spun her halfway around and dropped her onto herhands and knees.Angie scrambled to her feet and went bellering into herbedroom and slammed the door."Will she testify?" I asked Irina."Would that be a good idea?""I think so.He killed a couple of girls on a boat last year.Raped them andcut one's throat and cracked the other one's skull.I don't think they'll evernail him for it.The only witness is dead.They can get him for this.""What charges?""Statutory rape.Corrupting the morals of a minor child."The woman nodded."She'll testify.By God, she'll testify! He's been here aweek yesterday.I had to phone her in sick at school.He walked in on us likehe owned the place."Cappy came in from outside."McGee, I don't think I'll go back in with you forthat other ten.On the same ratio when I pay off, you get fifteen.Wait aminute.You took five hundred back, so you'll get.fourteen thousand twohundred fifty [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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