"Дон Пендлтон. Caribbean Kill ("Палач" #10) " - читать интересную книгу автора

That, Bolan decided, was not the name of his game. He had come south to
harass the syndicate and end their Caribbean operation if he could. If he
had wanted to simply confront them and quickly spend his blood, he could
have done so at any point along that escape route from Vegas.
The problem now, the immediate objective for Bolan, was to break out of
that trap at Glass Bay. And to do so in such a way as to advance him toward
the long range objective, the busting of the Caribbean Carousel - the kill .
Okay. Lavagni would be moving in his screen any moment now. It was time
for a bit of psychological warfare... something to jar the enemy, to slow
them, to take away their initiative.
Bolan slung the Thompson across his chest and affixed the silencer to
his Beretta Belle.
Right.
It was time to take the offensive.

* * *

Field Marshal Lavagni had his troops in place, and he was impatiently
awaiting word that the plug crews were on station. A crude, hand-drawn map
of the bay area lay on the sand in front of him, and this he was studying
intently.
"How long d'you figure it'd take a guy on foot to cross this patch of
jungle, Charlie?" he asked his chief gunner.
Dragone shrugged his shoulders. "Depend on the guy, I guess. It's
probably slow going in there, though."
"Probably take me half a day," Lavagni admitted. "A guy who knew his
way around, though..."
"You figure he's making for the back side?"
"Yeh. That's what I'd do." The Mafia boss tapped the map with a thick
finger. "I'd head straight for this sugar farm here. I'd buy or steal me
some wheels, and I'd high-tail it for San Juan."
"That's what he's doing," Dragone agreed. "He needs to make some
connections. I'd say San Juan, yeah." The crewchief scratched absently at
his forehead. "One thing though, Tony. I doubt if this boy know where the
hell he really is. I mean, without a map..."
"He come in by plane, remember," Lavagni said, sighing. "Don't worry,
this boy always knows where he's at. Did you tell Vince what I told you?"
"Yeh. I told him you want a complete rundown on all the civilians
living in the area. He's sending a boy over, a native I guess, to talk to
you. Soon as he can find him. Things are pretty lore up over there, Tony."
"They got things about under control?"
"Yeh, pretty much. But it's a mess. What the fire didn't get, the water
did."
"Tell Latigo to send a couple of boys to the farm, this sugar farm
here."
"Okay."
"Good boys."
"Sure, Tony."
"How about those whirly birds?"
"Taken care of. Grimaldi says it'll take about an hour."