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

most aggressive welterweight he had ever seen fight. Saw him lose to
Mau-ricio Bravo in L.A. when Foley was doing banks out there. Saw him
lose to the Mexican kid, Palomino, at the Grand in Las Vegastough
break, the TKO in the sixth when Chino's right eye closed and they
stopped the fight. Foley said, "I never saw a fighter take as many
shots as you did and keep coming back-outside of Rocky Balboa." Chino's
record was 22 and 17, not good if you were the fighter, not bad if you
admired him for staying with it as long as he did. Foley was the only
Anglo the Cuban allowed to get close.

He had his arm around Lulu's shoulder as they approached, then let it
slip down to hook his thumb in Lulu's belt, the next thing to having
him on a leash.

Foley said, "Today's the day, huh? You excited?"

The man was cool, no expression.

"I told you, man, Super Bowl Sunday."

"Yeah, but I see you moved it up."

Now a glint showed in his eyes.

"Why you think is today?"

"You were out running this morning, sticking to your routine, anybody
happened to notice. But you only did a couple of miles, saving
yourself for the main event. Then I see you eating about ten pounds of
macaroni. Carbohydrates for endurance."

"You want," Chino said, "I tole you you can come."

"I would, but I can't stand to get dirty."

"Is finish. All we do now is go out."

"You sure you're past the fence?"

"Fifteen and a half meters, one to spare."

From the covered crawl space beneath the prison chapel to the grass
just beyond the razor wire perimeter fence. They had been digging
since before Christmas with their hands and a broken shovel, using
scrap lumber from the construction site of a new wing being added to
the chapel to shore up the walls of the tunnel. It was Christmas Day
Foley happened to see Chino and Lulu come out of the ficus bushes in
front of the chapel, their faces streaked with black dirt, muck, but
wearing clean blues.