"Charles de Lint - Greenmantle" - читать интересную книгу автора (De Lint Charles)

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people, they're not too happy about it, capito? They want your
balls, Tony. They called me. I'm retired-what? Five years now?
But still they called me, asking if l'*e~seen you. Asking if I want
to make a little money. You know what I'm talking aboutT'

Valenti stepped away from the door and moved slowly into
the villa's spacious living room. He sank into a canvass chair
and regarded his friend.

Mario Papale was fifty-eight now, but he wore his years wdl.
His hair was a silvery grey-had been since he was thirty-his
dark skin even darker than Valenti remembered, tanned from the
Mediterranean sun. He was wearing a pair of white cotton
trousers and a short-sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned.
Watching

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the way he wallted across the room, Valenti Icnew that the old
Fox hadn't lost a thing, retired or not. Maybe you never lost it.

"They caL3ed youT' he asked. "That quickT'

"What did you think, TonyT' Mario replied as he sat down
in front of him. '`This is a cane Grosso-a big shot we're talking
about. Not just a soldier like you or me."

"I didn't hit him. Eddie-yeah. But it wasn't pewnal. No
matter how I felt, I had orders."

"We're talking a padronc is dead here, Tony. Your orders
don't mean shit now because Magaddino's dead and you're
buying the rap for the hit."

"I've been set up."

Mario didn't say anything for a long moment. He studied
Valenti, telcing his time about it, then slowly nodded, "Chi lo
sa?" he said finally. Who knows? "But I believe you. You
never could lie to me, Tony. So what're you gonna do? You
need anything? You need money? A pieceT'

Valenti shoolc his head. "I've got a place in Canada-a safe
place. Clean. No one knows who I am."