"William W Johnstone - Ashes 32 - Destiny in the Ashes (txt)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Johnstone William W)After Marinaro delivered the main course of spaghetti with a sauce that was mainly tomato sauce with very little actual meat in it, Harley asked him to join them for a glass of wine. "Thank you, sir. Don't mind if I do," Marinaro said, after glancing at the front of the restaurant to make sure there were no other customers. As the owner poured himself a glass of Chianti, Harley said, "We're a medical team, sent here from the SUSA to help with inoculations against the plague." Marinaro nodded. "I suspected as much. There are very few citizens who have the amount of money you do, and even fewer who are willing to spend it on eating out." "I was wondering," Harley said, leaning back in his chair and sipping his wine, "if you might be able to help us." Marinaro smacked his lips over his wine and stared at Harley, a slightly suspicious glint in his eyes. "In what way?" "We have heard that there are some Arabs who have recently come to the U.S. who might have been exposed to the plague and who haven't been inoculated yet." Arabic customers here." "Would you be able to help us locate the part of town favored by foreign visitors?" Harley asked. 39 39 "Wouldn't it be better to ask the government?" Marinaro asked. Harley smiled. "I'm afraid the government people spend very little time in the center city," he said, spreading his arms. "They seem to know as little as we do about the various neighborhoods." Marinaro nodded. "That's true. The bastards refuse to spend any of our tax dollars here in the city where we need it. Instead, they do all their shopping and eating on the Army base, where they don't have to pay taxes on their goods." "So," Jersey said, smiling sweetly at the man. "Could you help us?" Marinaro poured himself another glass of wine and thought for a moment. "Most of our foreign visitors, especially those who are not citizens, |
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