The Border: The final gripping thriller in the bestselling Cartel trilogy. Don Winslow
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Название: The Border: The final gripping thriller in the bestselling Cartel trilogy
Автор: Don Winslow
Издательство: HarperCollins
isbn: 9780008227555
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Anyway, Cirello knows he isn’t going to find his hook in the Bronx, Brooklyn, or Manhattan. He’s going to find it out here in white Staten Island—Heroin Isle—with users like Jacqui here.
To lead him to the sharks.
He’s thrown out the chum. Went to Resorts World and dropped three large at the blackjack table, betting stupid. Then he chased it with basketball bets—college and pro—and dropped five more. Then he drove up to Connecticut—Mohegan Sun and Foxwoods—dumped a few grand more and got drunk and loud so the word would get around the northeast OC community that a New York detective was off the leash, gambling heavy, losing heavy, drinking heavy.
Blood in the water.
Now he drinks his latte and watches Jacqui work behind the counter. She’s got a smile on her face and does her job but she looks a little shaky, walks a little jumpy, and Cirello knows she has maybe three hours before she needs a get-well fix.
She has to be what, nineteen? Twenty, tops?
What a world.
Young people dropping like it’s World War I out here. Parents burying their kids. It’s unnatural.
Other than this jacked-up assignment, his new life is pretty good. He’s been seeing Libby for a few weeks now and so far it’s working out. Their schedules match—she’s not available until late night or early in the morning and right now they’re both content with a triweekly late dinner and subsequent sex. She isn’t making any further demands and neither is he.
It’s easy.
He finishes his coffee and walks up the block to Zio Toto.
The bar is empty and he pulls out one of the black stools, sits down and orders a Seven and Coke.
Angie is late and Cirello knows it’s a power play.
Make the other guy wait.
Angie comes in about five minutes later.
If he’s been a regular at 24 Hour Fitness, he’s hiding it pretty well, Cirello thinks. Angelo Bucci is still the same doughy slob he was when they went to Archbishop Malloy together in Astoria. He has his hair cut short now and wears a Mets jacket with jeans and a pair of loafers.
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