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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 176 из 213It was a season of murders, and now for Robert, Naples had suddenly become the jungles of Borneo. Death was in the air. Do not go gentle into the fucking night, Robert thought. They’ll have to catch me first. How had they traced him here? Pier. They must have tracked him down through Pier. I have to get back to the house and warn her, Robert thought. But first I have to find a way out of here.
He drove toward the outskirts of the city, to where the autostrada began, hoping that by some miracle, it might be clear. Five hundred yards before he reached the entrance, he saw the police roadblock. He turned around and headed back toward the centre of the city.
Robert drove slowly, concentrating, putting himself into the minds of his pursuers. They would have all avenues of escape out of Italy blocked. Every ship leaving the country would be searched. And a plan suddenly came to him. They would have no reason to search ships not leaving Italy. It’s a chance, Robert thought. He headed for the harbour again.
The little bell over the door of the jewellery shop rang, and Gam-bino looked up. Two men in dark suits walked in. They were not customers.
“Can I help you?”
“Mr Gambino?”
He exposed his false teeth. “Yes.”
“You called about an emerald bracelet.”
SIFAR. He had been expecting them. But this time he was on the side of the angels. “That’s right. As a patriotic citizen, I felt it was my duty …”
“Cut the bullshit. Who brought it in?”
“A young boy named Carlo.”
“Did he leave the bracelet?”
“No, he took it with him.”
“What’s Carlo’s last name?”
Gambino lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know his last name. He’s one of the boys in the Diavoli Rossi. That’s one of our local gangs. It’s run by a kid named Lucca.”
“Do you know where we can find this Lucca?”
Gambino hesitated. If Lucca found out that he had talked, he would have his tongue cut out. If he did not tell these men what they wanted to know, he would have his brains bashed in. “He lives on Via Sorcella, behind the Piazza Garibaldi.”
“Thank you, Mr Gambino. You’ve been very helpful.”
“I’m always happy to cooperate with …”
The men were gone.
Lucca was in bed with his girlfriend when the two men shoved open the door to his apartment.
Lucca leaped out of bed. “What the hell is this? Who are you?”
One of the men pulled out his identification.
SIFAR! Lucca swallowed. “Hey, I haven’t done anything wrong.
He drove toward the outskirts of the city, to where the autostrada began, hoping that by some miracle, it might be clear. Five hundred yards before he reached the entrance, he saw the police roadblock. He turned around and headed back toward the centre of the city.
Robert drove slowly, concentrating, putting himself into the minds of his pursuers. They would have all avenues of escape out of Italy blocked. Every ship leaving the country would be searched. And a plan suddenly came to him. They would have no reason to search ships not leaving Italy. It’s a chance, Robert thought. He headed for the harbour again.
The little bell over the door of the jewellery shop rang, and Gam-bino looked up. Two men in dark suits walked in. They were not customers.
“Can I help you?”
“Mr Gambino?”
He exposed his false teeth. “Yes.”
“You called about an emerald bracelet.”
SIFAR. He had been expecting them. But this time he was on the side of the angels. “That’s right. As a patriotic citizen, I felt it was my duty …”
“Cut the bullshit. Who brought it in?”
“A young boy named Carlo.”
“Did he leave the bracelet?”
“No, he took it with him.”
“What’s Carlo’s last name?”
Gambino lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know his last name. He’s one of the boys in the Diavoli Rossi. That’s one of our local gangs. It’s run by a kid named Lucca.”
“Do you know where we can find this Lucca?”
Gambino hesitated. If Lucca found out that he had talked, he would have his tongue cut out. If he did not tell these men what they wanted to know, he would have his brains bashed in. “He lives on Via Sorcella, behind the Piazza Garibaldi.”
“Thank you, Mr Gambino. You’ve been very helpful.”
“I’m always happy to cooperate with …”
The men were gone.
Lucca was in bed with his girlfriend when the two men shoved open the door to his apartment.
Lucca leaped out of bed. “What the hell is this? Who are you?”
One of the men pulled out his identification.
SIFAR! Lucca swallowed. “Hey, I haven’t done anything wrong.