Mike.Tucker.01.Blood.Risk.1973 by Koontz Dean

Author:Koontz, Dean [Koontz, Dean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

"Hey!"

Tucker blinked.

"You all right?" Pete Harris asked, shaking his shoulder gently but insistently. "You okay, friend?"

"Yeah," Tucker said, not opening his eyes.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

Tucker sat up and rubbed his eyes, massaged the back of his neck and tried to decide what had crawled into his mouth and died during his nap in Harris's hotel bed. He flicked his tongue around and didn't find any corpse, decided that he must have swallowed it and that he would have to scrub his teeth well to get rid of the last traces of its demise.

"Jimmy's here," Harris said. "He's got everything you told him to bring back."

Tucker looked up, saw Shirillo across the bed, sitting in a chair by the standard-model hotel writing desk. Several paper bags with store names on them rested on the floor near his feet. "What kind of job did your uncle do on the photographs?"

"Great," Shirillo said. "Wait till you see them."

"Have them ready for me," Tucker said. He got up and went into the bathroom, closed the door behind him. He felt like hell, stiff and weary, though he had been asleep for only an hour and a half. He looked at his watch. One o'clock in the morning. Make it a two-hour nap. Still and all, he should not feel as bad as this. He splashed water in his face, dried off, found Harris's toothpaste and squeezed a worm of it onto his index finger, then scrubbed his teeth without benefit of a genuine brush. It didn't do much good for the tartar that had built up since this morning, but it freshened his breath and made him feel somewhat more human than he had when he woke up.

Back in the main room, he found that they had positioned the three chairs at the writing desk and had a stack of 8 x 10 glossies lying there for his inspection. He took the middle chair which they had left for him and picked up the stack of pictures, went through them carefully, selected a dozen and gave the rest to Shirillo. The boy put them in a plain brown envelope and put the envelope out of their way.

"We'll be ready to go in half an hour," Tucker told them, "if you pay attention the whole way through."

"You have it all figured out?" Harris asked.

"Not all of it," Tucker said, aware of Harris's streak of stubbornness. The big man had gone along with everything Tucker ordered up to now, but he would have his limits. It was best to make him think he played an equal role in at least part of the planning. "I'll want your comments and suggestions so we can hammer out the fine points."

"What if Bachman's dead?" Harris asked.

"Then we're wasting our time, but we don't lose anything."

"We could get killed," Harris said.

"Look at the photographs, please," Tucker said. "They cost me nearly three hundred dollars."

Harris shrugged and settled back in his chair, quiet. He looked at the photographs, listened to what Tucker

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