"Westlake, Donald E as Stark, Richard - Parker 12 - The Sour Lemon Score 1.1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Westlake Donald E)

Parker turned sideways in the seat, facing Uhl, so he could see everybody. "The question is," he said, "is George going to spook?"

Uhl looked at him in astonishment. "Me? Why?"

Weiss said,"Parker, of course not. George is okay."

Andrews said "What's wrong?"

Parker told him, "George was being nervous."

Uhl said, "You aren't nervous?"

"My face is dry," Parker said.

Uhl's hand went to his wet forehead. "I sweat a lot," he said. "It don't mean anything."

Weiss said, "Parker, a case of the jitters ahead of time, that's only natural. I get butterflies myself."

"I don't want to come out of that bank," Parker said, "and find no car."

Uhl said angrily, "What are you talking about? You think I'm an amateur, for the love of God? I've driven half a dozen times. I drove for Matt Rosenstein -- you think he'd take a chance on somebody? You come out of that bank, I'll be right out front. Right in front of the armoured car, where we said."

Parker turned and looked at Andrews. Phil was studying Uhl's face. He met Parker's eye and shrugged. "It's just stage fright," he said. "I think he's probably okay."

Uhl gave him a belligerent grin. "I wouldn't want to bust your string," he said.

Andrews looked at him without humour. "That's right," he said. "You wouldn't."

Parker said, "Here it comes."

They looked out of the window and saw the dark blue armored car roll by. It pulled into the "No Parking" space in front of the bank, and two men got out of the cab.

Andrews said, "If we're going to do it, I've got to move."

Parker nodded. "Go ahead," he said.

Two Parker was the last one into the bank. Andrews had gone first, getting out of the car again and walking down to the bank, going in just as two men in suits and with clipboards came out of the bank to meet the men from the armored car. They'd conferred out in the sunlight a minute, studying their clipboards, and then all four went inside again.

That was when Weiss moved. Getting out of the car, he clutched Parker's shoulder and muttered in his ear, "George is okay." Parker just nodded, and Weiss got out, shut the door, and went away to the bank, getting there just as the two uniformed armored-car guards came back out of the bank. There was a little mix-up at the door, and then Weiss was in and the guards were out. They went over and knocked on the rear door of the armored car.

Parker and the others had cased this one for three weeks and they knew the system cold by now. The coins went in first, in gray canvas sacks. The olive-green strongbox went last, carrying paper.

He watched the guard inside the armored car hand out the sacks of coins to the two outside. One of the men with the clipboards had hurried out after them and stood beside them now, pencil poised, checking things off.

The grenade was on the seat between Parker and Uhl. Parker patted it and said, "You remember how this works?"

"I'm all right now," Uhl said irritably. "I had a touch of the jitters. It never happened to you?"

"Never," Parker said. He opened the door and got out of the car and walked down to the bank. The guards had carried the coins in now, escorted by the man with the clipboard, and the guard inside the armored car had locked his door again.