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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 220 из 267He walked to the front of the house and checked the porch. His man was out there, but there was no sign of Polk. Mumbling to himself, Duser asked, «How long does it take to get coffee and sandwiches?»
Turning, he looked up the stairs and thought about the fine-looking piece of ass who was sleeping in one of the rooms. Duser thought about what the Professor had said to him about the girl. It didn't make any sense, but he didn't know if it was worth the risk of pissing the man off. He had paid them a lot of money in the last few months, and Duser was sure there would be more to come.
Duser's cell phone rang, and he grabbed it from the case on his hip. «Hello.»
«It's me. How is everything?»
«Fine. We're just waiting for Polk to get back with some coffee and food.»
«How long has he been gone?»
Duser noticed the concern in the Professor's voice. «Don't worry. It's late. I'm sure he had to drive farther than we thought.»
«Is he carrying a phone?»
«Yes.»
«Well, call him on it.»
«Don't worry, I'll handle it.»
«How's the girl?»
«She's fine. She's upstairs asleep.» A pair of headlights cut through the front windows. «Hold on a second. I think Polk is back.»
RAPP AND COLEMAN watched through the bushes as the car came down the driveway. It stopped in front of the other sedan, front bumper to front bumper. As soon as the headlights were doused, Rapp and Coleman moved. They stayed in a crouch and picked their way through the narrow path, stopping just short of Rapp's side yard. Each dropping to a knee, they watched their Trojan horse p the tray of coffee and bag of sandwiches and walk between the two sedans. A voice from the porch asked, «Where the hell have you been?»
«I got hung up. They had to brew a fresh pot of coffee.» Dumond's voice came over their headsets. «We have one person on the front porch. Make that two. Another guy just came out.»
Rapp whispered into his mike, «Let me know the second they start to enter the house.»
«They're going in right now.»
Rapp and Coleman dropped to their bellies and crawled across the grass, keeping the sedan that was closest to the garage between them and the front porch. They stopped near the trunk of the car and waited. They could now hear the audio from inside the house. «Where’s the girl?»
«Upstairs asleep. What the fuck took you so long?»
Dumond's voice came over the line. «We have two inside. One’s standing near our man in the kitchen.
Turning, he looked up the stairs and thought about the fine-looking piece of ass who was sleeping in one of the rooms. Duser thought about what the Professor had said to him about the girl. It didn't make any sense, but he didn't know if it was worth the risk of pissing the man off. He had paid them a lot of money in the last few months, and Duser was sure there would be more to come.
Duser's cell phone rang, and he grabbed it from the case on his hip. «Hello.»
«It's me. How is everything?»
«Fine. We're just waiting for Polk to get back with some coffee and food.»
«How long has he been gone?»
Duser noticed the concern in the Professor's voice. «Don't worry. It's late. I'm sure he had to drive farther than we thought.»
«Is he carrying a phone?»
«Yes.»
«Well, call him on it.»
«Don't worry, I'll handle it.»
«How's the girl?»
«She's fine. She's upstairs asleep.» A pair of headlights cut through the front windows. «Hold on a second. I think Polk is back.»
RAPP AND COLEMAN watched through the bushes as the car came down the driveway. It stopped in front of the other sedan, front bumper to front bumper. As soon as the headlights were doused, Rapp and Coleman moved. They stayed in a crouch and picked their way through the narrow path, stopping just short of Rapp's side yard. Each dropping to a knee, they watched their Trojan horse p the tray of coffee and bag of sandwiches and walk between the two sedans. A voice from the porch asked, «Where the hell have you been?»
«I got hung up. They had to brew a fresh pot of coffee.» Dumond's voice came over their headsets. «We have one person on the front porch. Make that two. Another guy just came out.»
Rapp whispered into his mike, «Let me know the second they start to enter the house.»
«They're going in right now.»
Rapp and Coleman dropped to their bellies and crawled across the grass, keeping the sedan that was closest to the garage between them and the front porch. They stopped near the trunk of the car and waited. They could now hear the audio from inside the house. «Where’s the girl?»
«Upstairs asleep. What the fuck took you so long?»
Dumond's voice came over the line. «We have two inside. One’s standing near our man in the kitchen.