Dark City (Repairman Jack - Early Years 02)

Dark City (Repairman Jack - Early Years 02) by F. Paul Wilson

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visited. He stopped outside the showroom for another quick look at the ’63 Corvair and it looked even better. He didn’t go in because he wasn’t sure he could risk buying and registering it under his phony “Jeff Cusic” identity. He’d have to think on that.
    He drove the New Yorker to the nearest supermarket and parked in an empty, out-of-the-way corner of the lot. He popped the locks and got to work.
    That time back in November when he and Julio had followed Zalesky, the hijo de puta had put his old lady mark in the backseat. So Jack figured that was the place he wanted his mic.
    He made a close inspection of the Chrysler’s rear cushions and found a spot in the folds, down near one of the seat-belt receptacles, where the tiny mic could pick up conversation but be damn near invisible unless you were looking for it. He then crawled into the trunk and discovered a place where he could tape the transmitter out of sight. Through trial and error, he found a spot that would allow him to push the mic between the rear cushions.
    Yeah, he could bug Zalesky’s car— if the auto dealer hadn’t been exaggerating too much about the similarities between Dodge Dynasties and Chrysler New Yorkers. Otherwise he’d just wasted a perfectly good afternoon.


    “Watch for it,” Jack said as he crouched in Zalesky’s cramped trunk. “I’m pushing it through.”
    The backseat’s padding muffled Julio’s reply from within the car. “Go-go-go! Let’s get this done, meng.”
    Zalesky lived over an Italian bakery in a mixed commercial-residential neighborhood along Crosby Street in the Pelham Bay section of the Bronx. But he tended to park his car around the corner on Roberts Avenue. Jack and Julio had trained up from Manhattan and spotted him in The Main Event. They located his car, then waited until shortly after midnight when he left the bar and strolled back to his apartment.
    Figuring he was in for the night, they made a beeline for the car where Jack picked the lock on the passenger door. Once inside, all he had to do was pull the trunk release lever and they were in business.
    Turned out the used-car guy had been right on the money: the Dynasty and the New Yorker were like two peas from the same pod. Jack found the chosen spot for the mic in the rear cushions down near a seat-belt receptacle, and used an awl to poke a hole through the fabric and the padding behind it. He left the tool in the hole while Julio took his place and Jack went around to the trunk. They left the courtesy lights on—not only did they provide illumination in the interior and the trunk, but made Julio and him appear to have nothing to hide. Just two guys trying to fix something in their car.
    “Okay. Here it comes.”
    He had a length of monofilament fishing line tied to the mic. He wrapped the other end around the tip of a thick, heavy-duty flathead screwdriver and, using the awl as a guide, pushed it through the hole.
    “Got it?”
    “Yeah,” Julio said.
    Jack withdrew the screwdriver, leaving the fishing line trailing through the hole.
    “Okay, unwrap the string and pull the mic through—but slowly and gently .”
    As Julio took up the slack from the other side, Jack guided the mic to the hole and pushed it through until he heard from Julio.
    “Got it.”
    He pushed it a little farther, then hurried around to the rear seat. He adjusted the position of the mic in the cushion folds by the receptacle. Damn, that looked good. As good as invisible. Now to make sure it still worked.
    He hustled back to the trunk and turned on the transmitter. Then he used the duct tape he’d brought along to fix it high and out of sight under the rear window deck. He tucked the wire into the edges of the trunk space to hide it.
    “Okay,” he told Julio. “Start talking—you know, normal conversation tones.”
    Jack hopped out of the trunk and began walking away. As he moved he turned on the receiver and put its earpiece in his ear.

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