"Donald E Westlake - Bank Shot" - читать интересную книгу автора (Westlake Donald E)

Dortmunder's attention had been caught. "I'm not?"

Kelp pointed at the windshield. "Ranch Cove Estates stops three blocks

down there," he said. "This is Elm Valley Heights."

Dortmunder looked around at no elms, no valleys and no heights. "I must

have slipped across the border," he said.

"I been driving up and down and up and down. I just now gave up, I was

going back to the city, I figured I never would find you."

Was that a siren in the distance? "Well, now you found me," Dortmunder

said. "So why don't we go someplace?"

But Kelp didn't want to distract himself with driving. He had the engine still

running, but the gear shift was in Park and he had more to say. "Do you know

what it's like, you spend the whole day just driving up and down and up and

down, and the guy you're looking for isn't even in Ranch Cove Estates?"

It was definitely a siren, and it was coming closer. Dortmunder said, "Why

don't we go there now?"

"Very funny," Kelp said. "Do you realize I had to put a dollar's worth of gas

of my own money in this car, and it was almost full when I picked it up?"

"I'll reimburse you," Dortmunder said. "If you'll just use some of it to drive us

away from here." Far down the street was a tiny winking red light, and it was

coming this way.

"I don't want your money," Kelp said. He was somewhat mollified, but still

irritated. "All I want is if you say you're gonna be in Ranch Cove Estates be in

Ranch Cove Estates,"

There was a police car under the winking red light, and it was coming like hell.

"I'm sorry," Dortmunder said. "From now on I'll do better."