The Man With the Getaway Face by Richard Stark
Authors: Richard Stark
Tags: General Interest, Fiction, General, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Suspense fiction, Crime, Detective and Mystery Stories, Hard-Boiled, Criminals, Parker (Fictitious character)
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wound up going south again. He stopped just shy of the entrance to the diner parking lot, and got out his road map. He left the engine running.
Handy came north, took the first crossover, went by Skimm in the Dodge, and drove around behind the diner. He already had the blue pants on, and now he changed to the blue shirt and put on a tie. He strapped on the belt and holster and slid the.38 in the holster. He put on the sunglasses, but held the garrison cap in his hand.
Inside the diner, Parker saw the driver and the guard getting ready to leave. He was at the register already, so he paid before they did, and went outside. When they came out, they saw him kicking at the right front tyre of the cab, standing between the cab and the armoured car. Then he walked back and looked at the double rear tyres of the cab on the same side, and shook his head. When the driver and the guard were almost to him, he moved again, and studied the double tyres at the back of the trailer. He shook his head angrily and said, "I'll be a son of a bitch."
He said it loud, and the driver and the guard looked at him and grinned.
When they had disappeared from Skimm's sight behind the bad truck, he had put the road map down and shifted the Dodge into first. He drove slowly into the parking lot and stopped, facing the woods behind the diner, his left front fender next to the rear of the good truck and his left rear fender next to the rear of the bad truck.
When Handy heard Parker say, "I'll be a son of a bitch," he put his garrison cap on and walked around the side of the diner towards the good truck.
The driver took out a key and turned it in the back door of the armoured car. Then he stepped back and the guard took out another key and finished the job of unlocking the door. He pulled the door open as Parker came walking forward, and when he started up into the back of the armoured car Parker clipped him with the butt of the Sauer.
Just then Handy came around the back of the good truck, with the.38 in his right hand and a small pocket-knife in his left. He put the point of the gun in the driver's back and pricked the side of his neck with the knife.
"Hold very still," he said, low and flat. The gun was the real threat, but the knife was psychological. Most people were more afraid of a knife than a gun.
The driver shivered, and his eyes widened. Parker said to him, talking low, "Go on up and have the other guard open the door for you."
Handy moved his left hand down and pricked the knife gently into the driver's hip. "One wrong move," he said, "and I castrate you."
Skimm got out of the Dodge, bringing the rope and gags. He and Parker tied and gagged the unconscious guard, and carried him to the side of the good truck. Parker opened the door, and they tossed the guard inside. Then he went around to the other side of the armoured car to help Handy.
The guard in the cab of the armoured car saw the driver, and caught a glimpse of another uniformed figure behind him. He opened the door on the driver's side, and saw a flash of reflected light as the driver went down. Then Handy had the.38 on him. "Come on out!"
The guard hesitated. He could see the driver lying on his face on the gravel. He swallowed, and came carefully out of the armoured car.
Parker sapped him as he stepped down. He and Skimm tied and gagged the driver and the second guard, while Handy started moving the sacks and boxes from the armoured car to the Dodge. Parker and Skimm tossed the trussed two into the good truck with the first guard, and then Parker locked the door while Skimm went to help Handy. When the door was locked, Parker helped finish the transfer from the armoured car to the Dodge.
Inside the diner, Alma walked across Benjy's wet floor while Benjy glared at her, and looked out the window. She saw they were finishing, so she went through the kitchen and out the back door, slipping a paring knife into her purse.
Skimm got behind the wheel of the Dodge, and Parker and
Handy came north, took the first crossover, went by Skimm in the Dodge, and drove around behind the diner. He already had the blue pants on, and now he changed to the blue shirt and put on a tie. He strapped on the belt and holster and slid the.38 in the holster. He put on the sunglasses, but held the garrison cap in his hand.
Inside the diner, Parker saw the driver and the guard getting ready to leave. He was at the register already, so he paid before they did, and went outside. When they came out, they saw him kicking at the right front tyre of the cab, standing between the cab and the armoured car. Then he walked back and looked at the double rear tyres of the cab on the same side, and shook his head. When the driver and the guard were almost to him, he moved again, and studied the double tyres at the back of the trailer. He shook his head angrily and said, "I'll be a son of a bitch."
He said it loud, and the driver and the guard looked at him and grinned.
When they had disappeared from Skimm's sight behind the bad truck, he had put the road map down and shifted the Dodge into first. He drove slowly into the parking lot and stopped, facing the woods behind the diner, his left front fender next to the rear of the good truck and his left rear fender next to the rear of the bad truck.
When Handy heard Parker say, "I'll be a son of a bitch," he put his garrison cap on and walked around the side of the diner towards the good truck.
The driver took out a key and turned it in the back door of the armoured car. Then he stepped back and the guard took out another key and finished the job of unlocking the door. He pulled the door open as Parker came walking forward, and when he started up into the back of the armoured car Parker clipped him with the butt of the Sauer.
Just then Handy came around the back of the good truck, with the.38 in his right hand and a small pocket-knife in his left. He put the point of the gun in the driver's back and pricked the side of his neck with the knife.
"Hold very still," he said, low and flat. The gun was the real threat, but the knife was psychological. Most people were more afraid of a knife than a gun.
The driver shivered, and his eyes widened. Parker said to him, talking low, "Go on up and have the other guard open the door for you."
Handy moved his left hand down and pricked the knife gently into the driver's hip. "One wrong move," he said, "and I castrate you."
Skimm got out of the Dodge, bringing the rope and gags. He and Parker tied and gagged the unconscious guard, and carried him to the side of the good truck. Parker opened the door, and they tossed the guard inside. Then he went around to the other side of the armoured car to help Handy.
The guard in the cab of the armoured car saw the driver, and caught a glimpse of another uniformed figure behind him. He opened the door on the driver's side, and saw a flash of reflected light as the driver went down. Then Handy had the.38 on him. "Come on out!"
The guard hesitated. He could see the driver lying on his face on the gravel. He swallowed, and came carefully out of the armoured car.
Parker sapped him as he stepped down. He and Skimm tied and gagged the driver and the second guard, while Handy started moving the sacks and boxes from the armoured car to the Dodge. Parker and Skimm tossed the trussed two into the good truck with the first guard, and then Parker locked the door while Skimm went to help Handy. When the door was locked, Parker helped finish the transfer from the armoured car to the Dodge.
Inside the diner, Alma walked across Benjy's wet floor while Benjy glared at her, and looked out the window. She saw they were finishing, so she went through the kitchen and out the back door, slipping a paring knife into her purse.
Skimm got behind the wheel of the Dodge, and Parker and
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