chattering.
After a pause, the Colonel said, “Everyone else in Godiva was shelved years ago. The other two women are living on the West Coast. One of the two males involved is terminally ill.” At this, Delgado and the First Deputy exchanged a glance. “-All shelved until this killing.” He smiled in a friendly way at Cherusco. “Of course, if KGB or GRU
questioned and then terminated the Gaither woman, we can assume they have everything she had. -Not a pleasant prospect, that’s for sure.”
The three police officers simultaneously assumed that bored expression seen on doctors at dinner parties, when lay people express some possible diagnosis.
“This homicide is a relationship homicide, Colonel,” Cherusco said, not troubling with the “Mr. Mathews.”
‘-The perpetrator is one of the whore’s johns, or at least somebody knew her personally. -O.K.? Now, will you please stop tryin’ to tell us our business? That Russian -asshole Matuchek is long gone, and you got nothin’ on him anyway except he had a big dick and wanted an office with a window7 -So give us a break.”
The Colonel took no apparent offense, though his lieutenant did, displaying a thinned mouth, his mild blue eyes now chilly, reitinj on this slight and big-nosed wop-a typical piece of New York trash, and likely with the police rather than the Mafia only for the pension.
“The Soviets,” the Colonel said, “have longer memories than we do,” his leisurely voice as pleasant as everthe tassels on his suspended loafer jiggling, however, in an agitated way.
Horseshit” said Cherusco, playing bad-cop to the elbow.
“That’s enough of that, now, John.” The First Deputy, good-cop through and through. “-These gentlemen are very right to be concerned.” He opened the small redlacquered box on his desk. “You gentlemen smoke?”
“No, thank you,” the Colonel said, for both of them.
The First Deputy lowered the box lid. “Good for you.
It took me a solid year to break my habit. -Nobody can tell me nicotine isn’t addicting. Took me a solid year.”
“More,” Delgado said, ‘-took you more than a year.”
“You’re still smoking, Tony-you’ve got no right to comment.
“And intend to continue smoking,” Delgado said, -and live forever, too.”
The Colonel and Lieutenant smiled.
“A year ‘ . . maybe a year and a half,” the First Deputy said.
“Torture … and let me tell you, I put on maybe twenty pounds of flab doing it.”
“A tough one to break,” the Colonel said, his jittery loafer now at ease. “-It’s possible, you know, that the Soviets might have staged the killing to appear to be a personal one. I understand there were some bizarre elements.”
“She had a banana up her ass,” Cherusco said. “-I can just see Bodrun Shulamof from the U.N. up there in her apartment with his perfume and his hairnet, choosin’ the right banana while his boyfriends do the job on her in the shower. -Shulamof would have tossed his cookies all over her carpet, and his boyfriends would be in the Mission clinic flat on their backs getting’ vitamin shots and beet soup. I told you-those U.N.
guys aren’t up to it.
And their Army guys are just as sad.”
“The U.N. people are not the only agents the Soviet”Look-I told you.
You think my people don’t know what the Russians are doin’ in this city?
I know all the shit they’re doin’ in this city. -O.K.? Now, why don’t you just get off it.”
to John,” the First Deputy said, though pleased enough see his man pecking Washington, “-that’s enough of that.”
“Yes, Sir,” the bad -cop said, put his head beneath his wing, and dozed.
The Colonel cruised on, a lean warship sliding through ructious tides.
“-Of course, there were others,” he said, by which he meant several criminals of some importance; seven or eight politicians—local and national, minor and major-a justice of the New York State Supreme Court; some forty or fifty businessmen,
After a pause, the Colonel said, “Everyone else in Godiva was shelved years ago. The other two women are living on the West Coast. One of the two males involved is terminally ill.” At this, Delgado and the First Deputy exchanged a glance. “-All shelved until this killing.” He smiled in a friendly way at Cherusco. “Of course, if KGB or GRU
questioned and then terminated the Gaither woman, we can assume they have everything she had. -Not a pleasant prospect, that’s for sure.”
The three police officers simultaneously assumed that bored expression seen on doctors at dinner parties, when lay people express some possible diagnosis.
“This homicide is a relationship homicide, Colonel,” Cherusco said, not troubling with the “Mr. Mathews.”
‘-The perpetrator is one of the whore’s johns, or at least somebody knew her personally. -O.K.? Now, will you please stop tryin’ to tell us our business? That Russian -asshole Matuchek is long gone, and you got nothin’ on him anyway except he had a big dick and wanted an office with a window7 -So give us a break.”
The Colonel took no apparent offense, though his lieutenant did, displaying a thinned mouth, his mild blue eyes now chilly, reitinj on this slight and big-nosed wop-a typical piece of New York trash, and likely with the police rather than the Mafia only for the pension.
“The Soviets,” the Colonel said, “have longer memories than we do,” his leisurely voice as pleasant as everthe tassels on his suspended loafer jiggling, however, in an agitated way.
Horseshit” said Cherusco, playing bad-cop to the elbow.
“That’s enough of that, now, John.” The First Deputy, good-cop through and through. “-These gentlemen are very right to be concerned.” He opened the small redlacquered box on his desk. “You gentlemen smoke?”
“No, thank you,” the Colonel said, for both of them.
The First Deputy lowered the box lid. “Good for you.
It took me a solid year to break my habit. -Nobody can tell me nicotine isn’t addicting. Took me a solid year.”
“More,” Delgado said, ‘-took you more than a year.”
“You’re still smoking, Tony-you’ve got no right to comment.
“And intend to continue smoking,” Delgado said, -and live forever, too.”
The Colonel and Lieutenant smiled.
“A year ‘ . . maybe a year and a half,” the First Deputy said.
“Torture … and let me tell you, I put on maybe twenty pounds of flab doing it.”
“A tough one to break,” the Colonel said, his jittery loafer now at ease. “-It’s possible, you know, that the Soviets might have staged the killing to appear to be a personal one. I understand there were some bizarre elements.”
“She had a banana up her ass,” Cherusco said. “-I can just see Bodrun Shulamof from the U.N. up there in her apartment with his perfume and his hairnet, choosin’ the right banana while his boyfriends do the job on her in the shower. -Shulamof would have tossed his cookies all over her carpet, and his boyfriends would be in the Mission clinic flat on their backs getting’ vitamin shots and beet soup. I told you-those U.N.
guys aren’t up to it.
And their Army guys are just as sad.”
“The U.N. people are not the only agents the Soviet”Look-I told you.
You think my people don’t know what the Russians are doin’ in this city?
I know all the shit they’re doin’ in this city. -O.K.? Now, why don’t you just get off it.”
to John,” the First Deputy said, though pleased enough see his man pecking Washington, “-that’s enough of that.”
“Yes, Sir,” the bad -cop said, put his head beneath his wing, and dozed.
The Colonel cruised on, a lean warship sliding through ructious tides.
“-Of course, there were others,” he said, by which he meant several criminals of some importance; seven or eight politicians—local and national, minor and major-a justice of the New York State Supreme Court; some forty or fifty businessmen,
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