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

"I hear six."

"When?"

"Looks like tonight."

"You know who they are?"

"I do, but I won't tell you just yet. Meet me in the chapel going on
five-thirty, right before evening count."

Foley waited, staring back at those slitty eyes trying to read him.

"Come on, Pup, you want to be a hero or not?"

Noon dinner, Foley took his pork butts and yams down the center aisle
looking for Chino among all the white T-shirts and dark hair. There he
was, at a table of his little-guy countrymen eating macaroni and
cheese, a dish Foley has passed on in the chow line. Jesus, eating a
pile of it. The guy across from Chino giving him more, scraping
macaroni from his tray on to Chino's.

The man's gaze raised to Foley, dark eyes beneath lumps of scar tissue,
all he had to show for his career as a welterweight before age and
killing a man put him out of business. Chino was close to fifty but in
shape; Foley had watched him do thirty pull-ups on a bar without
kicking his legs, trying to climb through the air.

Chino gave him a nod but didn't make room, tell any of his people at
the table to get up. Lulu sat next to him with a neat tray of macaroni
and Jell-O and a cup of milk they gave inmates under twenty-one years
of age to build strong, healthy bodies.

Foley ate his noon dinner at a table of outlaw bikers, consV

who bought half-pint bottles of rum Foley sold for three times what he
paid Pup to sneak the stuff in. He sat there listening to the outlaws
having fun, comparing his rum to piss and running with it, enjoying
their use of the word, speculating on what land it was, dog piss, cat
piss, how about alligator piss? They liked that one. Foley saw it had
to be an uncommon kind of piss, said, "How about chicken piss?" and
the table showed him bad teeth and the food they were chewing with
grins and grunts of appreciation. Foley worked through his dinner and
went outside to smoke a cigarette and wait for Chino.

Lulu tagging along when he came, Lulu cute as a bug with his girlish
eyelashes and pouty way of looking at you. Chino had had to punch out
many a suitor to keep Lulu for his own. He had told Foley Lulu wasn't
a homosexual before entering this life, but had become one and was good
at it. Confiding things like that after Foley told Chino he was the