"Leonard, Elmore - Out of Sight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Leonard Elmore)

The same two ran ten miles a day every day of the week.

Coming to this end of the field now, getting closer, breaking stride
now, walking:

Jose Chirino and Luis Linares, Chino and Lulu, husband and wife, both
little guys, both doing a mandatory twenty-five for murder. Walking.
They hadn't done anywhere near their ten miles. While they circled
this end of the field and started up the side, past the cons watching
the football game, they had Foley's full attention.

A minute or so passed before he said, "Some people are going out of
here. What if I told you where and when?"

The Pup would be staring at him now, eyes half closed to slits behind
his shades, the way he judged if a con was telling the truth or giving
him a bunch of shit.

"Who we talking about?"

Foley said, "Nothing's free, Pup," still not looking at him.

"I get your liquor for you."

"And you make a good buck. No, what I need," Foley said, turning to
look at him now, "is some peace of mind. This is the most fucked-up
joint I've ever been in, take my word. Medium security and most of the
cons here are violent offenders."

Pup said, "You being one of 'em."

"If I was I've slowed up. Look at those boys out there, that's a
vicious breed of convict. Myself, it's not so much I'm violent as
habitual, liable to pick up on the outside where I left off, so they'll
keep me here till I'm an old man."

The Pup kept giving him his squint.

"So you turn fink?"

"It's okay," Foley said, "if you do it to insure your future. I give
you the chance to stop a prison break, you make points, advance your
career as a hack. I get peace of mind. I'd expect you to look out for
me as long as you're here. Let me run my business, keep me off work
details .. ."

The Pup was still squinting.

"How many going out?"