"Anthony Neil Smith - Push-Button Easy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Anthony Neil)"I know. We could have sent each other to jail if we wanted."
"And we didn't." Jill lifted a second tray. "Carry one, will you?" Ken grabbed the tray of petunias and followed Jill out of the greenhouse. The other customer had gone and the counter girl was flipping through an issue of National Review. They set the trays on the counter. Jill went for a bottle of weed killer. "You have a wheelbarrow we can carry it out to the car in? We need a couple bags of fertilizer, too," Ken said. "I've got a dolly. That'll handle it." The girl said. She wheeled the dolly from behind the counter, and Ken stacked two bags of fertilizer on it. The girl put box tops on the flower trays, to stack them without crushing, then she handed Ken the weed killer in a bag. She rang up a total. Jill tiptoed up to Ken's ear and whispered, "You still got the gun, right?" He nodded. "Take this place." She backed down and said louder, "You pay. I'll wheel it out to the car." Jill lifted the dolly back and rolled out the door. Ken smiled at the waiting girl and said, "Okay, hon, you need to stay calm first, all right? Things will go nice." He pulled the .32 from his pocket and held it low in front of him, not pointing at her but letting her see it. She babbled something about not hurting her, she'd do what he said. "We take the flowers, the bags, and money. Big bills. Tens and twenties. Open the register now." He handed her the weed killer bag. "Put it in here." She opened the drawer and said, "No tens, but plenty of fives." "That'll do. Fives and twenties and hundreds, but you don't have hundreds, right?" She shook her head, worked fast and clumsy at putting the bills in the bag. Ken thought maybe a few hundred. She handed the bag to him. "That's great. You need to walk backwards, keep your eyes on me, to the greenhouse door. Count to a hundred, one at a time. Got me?" The girl nodded and took slow backward steps. There was a portable phone by the cash register. Ken grabbed it, retreated and watched as the girl reached the greenhouse. Ken ran out the front to the car, which Jill had already pulled out in the street, door open. Ken jumped over the dolly and fell into the passenger seat. Jill floored it. "The stuff's in the trunk?" Ken said. "Which way?" "Hang a left, back to 90. Let's try for Mobile." Ken dumped the bag in his lap and did a quick count: Two hundred fifty-five dollars - hardly worth it, but still a rush. He said, "You really up to this? We can ditch the car and go home." "We'll ditch the car later," Jill said. "Where to?" Ken shrugged. "Florida?" "Let me call Mom first." # # # |
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