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."I was hopingBlaylock could give me some kind of a lead on a biker who beat a sick old manto death near Citrus City nearly two years ago.""There's been a lot of that going around.I would be very disappointed in youif this has anything to do with law enforcement.""It has to do with the old man's son taking a screwing in the will.""No law?""I'm helping out.A favor for a friend.My line of work.""Blaylock help any?""He came up with two names: Bike names.Dirty Bob and the Senator."Preach turned to Magoo and said, "Anybody like that in the Corsairs you everheard of?""God's sake, Preach, ever since that goddam movie there been Dirty Bobs sprangPage 56 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlup all over the place.""That's where I heard it!" Preach said."That movie, that Chopper Heaven.Thename they called the boss biker was Dirty Bob.""And," said Magoo, "they called his buddy the Senator.Can't remember whattheir names were, their real names.""That pair was supposed to have ridden all the way from California in fiftyhours, without sleep, using uppers," I said."Then hell," said Preach, "maybe what you're looking for is the same two thatwas in those movies.The originals.I heard they were both Hell's Angels outthere.Or Bandidos.I forget which.Dumb damn moving pictures.Any club goesaround ripping up the civilians like in that movie, the smokeys would stakeout the highway and shotgun those fuckers right out of their saddles." He gaveme the broadest smile I had yet seen and said, "There's quieter ways ofripping off the civilians."As we entered the room where the others were, Preach hung a long thin hand onmy shoulder."We're getting along just fine," he said to Mits and Grudd.Theyboth looked relieved."McGeek here decided he might just keep on owning thisgarden spot.Mits, you keep hanging in.""Sure thing, Preach.""Gruddy baby I will be in touch anon.""Fine.""Come on, Magoo.Put your sore ass back to work."They went booming back out onto the highway, kicking up pebbles, riding hardand fast.Grudd said in an uncertain voice, "He's.a very unusual man.""What does he do, actually?" Meyer asked."Don't ask.I don't really know.He's got an office in Miami.Karma Imports.He's got some kind of leasing business."I said to Mits, "He wants to make a lot of improvements here, bring in amanager.""Anything he wants to do suits me fine," she said."Shall we just.open uphere and keep going?"Grudd nodded."Probably best.He'll move quick, I think.Mits, you go throughall Ted's personal stuff, will you? Sort out the giveaway, and the stuff thathas value, and the stuff you have questions about.Keep a list.I'll be backMonday.No, make that Tuesday.I have to be in court on Monday." We all had tobe leaving.Mits walked out with us.She said, "This is going to be one rottenweekend, guys.There was a squeak in the left wheel on his chair.I oiled itthree times but it didn't go away.I'm going to be hearing that squeak comingup behind me.Thanks for everything, guys, okay?"In the old blue Rolls on the way back to Bahia Mar, I told Meyer about my talkwith Preach."I don't think I want any under-the-table dividends from anoperation I have to stay away from.""What will he be doing out there?""God knows.Home industry, maybe.A little pharmaceutical plant.Smugglers'haven.Wholesale distribution point.National headquarters for the outlawbikers.""Grudd is frightened of the man.Through and through.""I got what I wanted from him.The back trail is very tricky, very old andcold, but if it leads where I think it is going to lead, it goes right back toPeter Kesner.Back to Josephine Esterland.Now I want to see those bikermovies."After I was alone aboard the Flush I could not account for my feeling ofunrest, uneasiness.It had begun the instant Preach had put his hand on myshoulder.It had not been friendship or affection.It had been a symbol ofpossession.He and Magoo had walked me out into the weeds, raped me in somekind of deft and indescribable way, and walked me back in, announcing that Ihad enjoyed it.I wondered if I had been blowing smoke when I told him I wouldgo after him if they busted me up.Testing, testing.Was pride enough? MaybeI'd spent too much of myself in too many hospitals over the years.Did PreachPage 57 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."I was hopingBlaylock could give me some kind of a lead on a biker who beat a sick old manto death near Citrus City nearly two years ago.""There's been a lot of that going around.I would be very disappointed in youif this has anything to do with law enforcement.""It has to do with the old man's son taking a screwing in the will.""No law?""I'm helping out.A favor for a friend.My line of work.""Blaylock help any?""He came up with two names: Bike names.Dirty Bob and the Senator."Preach turned to Magoo and said, "Anybody like that in the Corsairs you everheard of?""God's sake, Preach, ever since that goddam movie there been Dirty Bobs sprangPage 56 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlup all over the place.""That's where I heard it!" Preach said."That movie, that Chopper Heaven.Thename they called the boss biker was Dirty Bob.""And," said Magoo, "they called his buddy the Senator.Can't remember whattheir names were, their real names.""That pair was supposed to have ridden all the way from California in fiftyhours, without sleep, using uppers," I said."Then hell," said Preach, "maybe what you're looking for is the same two thatwas in those movies.The originals.I heard they were both Hell's Angels outthere.Or Bandidos.I forget which.Dumb damn moving pictures.Any club goesaround ripping up the civilians like in that movie, the smokeys would stakeout the highway and shotgun those fuckers right out of their saddles." He gaveme the broadest smile I had yet seen and said, "There's quieter ways ofripping off the civilians."As we entered the room where the others were, Preach hung a long thin hand onmy shoulder."We're getting along just fine," he said to Mits and Grudd.Theyboth looked relieved."McGeek here decided he might just keep on owning thisgarden spot.Mits, you keep hanging in.""Sure thing, Preach.""Gruddy baby I will be in touch anon.""Fine.""Come on, Magoo.Put your sore ass back to work."They went booming back out onto the highway, kicking up pebbles, riding hardand fast.Grudd said in an uncertain voice, "He's.a very unusual man.""What does he do, actually?" Meyer asked."Don't ask.I don't really know.He's got an office in Miami.Karma Imports.He's got some kind of leasing business."I said to Mits, "He wants to make a lot of improvements here, bring in amanager.""Anything he wants to do suits me fine," she said."Shall we just.open uphere and keep going?"Grudd nodded."Probably best.He'll move quick, I think.Mits, you go throughall Ted's personal stuff, will you? Sort out the giveaway, and the stuff thathas value, and the stuff you have questions about.Keep a list.I'll be backMonday.No, make that Tuesday.I have to be in court on Monday." We all had tobe leaving.Mits walked out with us.She said, "This is going to be one rottenweekend, guys.There was a squeak in the left wheel on his chair.I oiled itthree times but it didn't go away.I'm going to be hearing that squeak comingup behind me.Thanks for everything, guys, okay?"In the old blue Rolls on the way back to Bahia Mar, I told Meyer about my talkwith Preach."I don't think I want any under-the-table dividends from anoperation I have to stay away from.""What will he be doing out there?""God knows.Home industry, maybe.A little pharmaceutical plant.Smugglers'haven.Wholesale distribution point.National headquarters for the outlawbikers.""Grudd is frightened of the man.Through and through.""I got what I wanted from him.The back trail is very tricky, very old andcold, but if it leads where I think it is going to lead, it goes right back toPeter Kesner.Back to Josephine Esterland.Now I want to see those bikermovies."After I was alone aboard the Flush I could not account for my feeling ofunrest, uneasiness.It had begun the instant Preach had put his hand on myshoulder.It had not been friendship or affection.It had been a symbol ofpossession.He and Magoo had walked me out into the weeds, raped me in somekind of deft and indescribable way, and walked me back in, announcing that Ihad enjoyed it.I wondered if I had been blowing smoke when I told him I wouldgo after him if they busted me up.Testing, testing.Was pride enough? MaybeI'd spent too much of myself in too many hospitals over the years.Did PreachPage 57 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]