Now, said Pedro Luz,where's the damn files? He didn't sound as confident as he would've liked. I told you, said Bud Schwartz,we're through with that. Pedro Luz whispered to Churrito:Remember to get their car keys. It was plainly stuffed with something, possibly fifty thousand in cash. What caught Bud Schwartz's eye was the Cordovan briefcase that the smaller man was carrying.Ĭhurrito held up the briefcase. The other one was no prize, dull-eyed and cold, but at least he was of normal dimensions. Bud Schwartz could spot a doper two miles away this guy was buzzing like a yellow jacket. Built like a grizzly but that wasn't the worst of it the worst was the eyes. The tall one, God Almighty, he was trouble. A monkey that could kill something as big as a horse Bud Schwartz was tuned out entirely he was sizing up the two new men.
He was talking about a TV program that showed a male baboon killing a zebra, that's how strong they were. We give 'em to the old man and nobody else.ĭanny Pogue wasn't paying attention. Bud Schwartz couldn't get the tremor out of his voice.Fifty thousand, if he ever shows up. I got a guy in Carol City fences nothing but cameras.įifty is what I told him. After the Japanese had moved on, Danny Pogue said:That was two hundred bucks right there, a Nikon with autofocus. Bud Schwartz was glad the children weren't watching.