"Laura Resnick - The Vatican Outfit" - читать интересную книгу автора (Resnick Laura)

inside, too, huh?
"Uncle Vito, you look well," Angelo said, greeting me in my guest room
at the Vatican just a few minutes after I arrived.
"Can't say the same about you, kid. Your face is all green. Did you eat
some bad fish?"
He looked over his shoulder, like he was expecting to see someone
watching us from the doorway. "Please don't call me 'kid,' Uncle Vito."
"What -- I'm gonna call my own nephew 'Father?'" I slapped him on the
back and pinched his cheek. "Get outta here."
"What are you doing here?"
"Why are you whispering?"
A priest walked past the doorway, and I thought Angie was gonna jump
out of his skin. "What are you doing here?" he whispered again.
I caught on. The kid was obviously afraid we was being watched, maybe
even bugged. But whispering wasn't gonna help. I was glad I'd arrived in time
to teach him a few things. "This room's a little stuffy, don't you think?" I
said real casually. "Let's take a walk."
"In public? Where people can see us _together_?" He looked like he was
gonna faint.
"Hey, that's the best place to be right now." I put on my coat and hat,
took him by the elbow, and led him down the hallway and out of the building.
We took a little stroll in St. Peter's Square. "You afraid of being whacked
out, kid? Is that why you're sweating like a bride on her wedding night?"
"Whacked out?" he bleated.
"Hey, relax. We're as safe out here as we'll ever be. Look at all these




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tourists. No one's gonna clip us in front of all these people, trust me.
Whenever you know someone's gunning for you, it's those private, isolated
places that you want to avoid. Stay out of your room, the confessional, and
dark restaurants. Speaking as an expert, if I was gonna whack someone, that's
where I'd do it," I told him.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!"
"Yeah, brightly lit public places, lotsa people, plenty of witnesses.
That's the kind of background you need to make you feel safe. And, if someone
is dumb enough to try to clip you in public, chances are that they'll clip a
perfect stranger by accident and you'll get away without a scratch."
"_What? _"
"So you just listen to your Uncle Vito, and everything's gonna be all
right."
"What are you -- "
"Another thing -- and this is very important: don't ever talk inside,
and don't ever talk on the phone. You got that? You wanna talk, go outside.
And don't go nowhere without me." I patted his cheek. "I'm gonna take good
care of you and your boss, kid."
"My boss?"
"Yeah. Because _my_ boss is very worried." I looked around, because you