"Dibdin, Michael - Aurelio Zen 02 - Vendetta UC - part 10" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dibdin Michael)Then you're an incompetent bastard. It was your case,
your responsibility! I've spent twenty years of my life, the only one I'll ever have, shut up in a stinking damp cell witg parely room to turn around, locked up for hours in tpe freezing-cold darkness...' He broke off, shuddering uncontrollably, his cheeks glistening wet. 'Qo on, take a good look! I'm not ashamed of my tears! Why should I be? They're pearls of suffering, my suffering. I should make you lick them up, one by one, before I blow your evil head off!' 'Cut the crap, Spadola!' Zen exploded. '- ven if you didn't do the Tondelli job, you were guilty as hell of at least four other murders. What about Ugo Trocchio and his brother? You had them killed and you know it. We knew it, everyone knew it. We couldn't prove it because people were too scared to talk. And so it went on, until some of my colleagues decided that it was time you were taken out of circulation. Since they couldn't do it straight, they did it crooked. As I say, I didn't know. If I had known, I would have tried to stop it. But the fact remains that you earned that twenty-year sentence several times over.' 'That's not the point!' Spadola shouted, so loudly that the men at the bar turned to stare at him. 'Christ was sent to prison, who'd be left to guard them? We'd need a whole new set of politicians, for a start! But it doesn't work that way, does it? It's a game! And I was good! I was fucking brilliant! You couldn't pin a damn thing on me. I had you beat inside out. So you moved the goal posts!' 'That's part of the game too.' Spadola drained off his beer and stood up. 'Maybe. But the game stops here, Zen. What happens now is real.' His voice was perfectly calm again. He stood staring down at Zen. 'I know what you're thinking. You think I'm crazy, telling you what I'm going to do, warning you, giving you a chance to escape. There's no way I can get away with that's what you're thinking, isn't it? Not in broad daylight in the middle of this village. Well, we'll see. Maybe you're right. I agree that that's a possibility. Maybe you're cleverer than me. Maybe you'll figure out a way to save your skin, this time around. That doesn't worry me. I'll get you in the end, whatever happens. And meanwhile that slim hope is part of your punishment, Zen, just like I was tormented with talk of appeals and parole that never came to anything.' |
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