Blood Money: A Novel - Hardcover

Buch 5 von 10: Jane Whitefield

Perry, Thomas

 
9780679453048: Blood Money: A Novel
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0679453040 ISBN 13: 9780679453048
Verlag: Random House Inc, 2000

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Jane Whitefield leaves her quiet life as a newlywed to rescue a young girl fleeing a deadly mafioso and, to stop a growing evil, is forced into an uneasy alliance with a mafia hitman with a photographic memory to steal a fortune from the mob

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<br><b>Thomas Perry</b> won an Edgar for <b>The Butcher's Boy</b>, and <b>Metzger's Dog</b> was one of <i>The New York Times'</i> Notable Books of the Year. His other books include <b>The Face-Changers, Shadow Woman, Dance for the Dead</b>, and<b> Vanishing Act</b>. He lives in Southern California with his wife and two daughters.

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Perry just keeps getting better," said Tony Hillerman, about Sleeping Dogs--and in this superb new novel by one of America's best thriller writers, Jane Whitefield takes on the mafia, and its money.<br><br>Jane Whitefield, the fearless "guide" who helps people in trouble disappear, make victims vanish,has just begun her quiet new life as Mrs. Carey McKinnon, when she is called upon again, to face her toughest opponents yet.  Jane must try to save a young girl fleeing a deadly mafioso.  Yet the deceptively simple task of hiding a girl propels Jane into the center of horrific events, and pairs her with Bernie the Elephant, the mafia's man with the money.  Bernie has a photographic memory, and in order to undo an evil that has been growing for half a century,he and Jane engineer the biggest theft of all time, stealing billions from hidden mafia accounts and donating the money to charity.  Heart-stopping pace, fine writing, and mesmerizing char

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"Sure I do," said Jane. "There is no way that you could have learned that Celia knew me unless Celia told you." The girl had really seen Celia, but that didn't mean Celia was right about her. There had to be some other way, some sensible solution that Celia simply hadn't thought of. Jane wanted to say, "I'm not Jane Whitefield anymore. People who are about to die don't come to me anymore and ask me to make them vanish. I can't leave my husband and take on your problem. I made a promise." Maybe if she knew more, she could figure out a way to help this child without risking her own chance for a new life. "What made you go to Celia?"

The girl said, "I went to her because she was nice to me once a few years ago, when my mother had a fight with her boyfriend and the police came. Celia said that if I was in trouble I should come back."

When Jane heard the word "mother," she felt a half-second of hope-that's right, she's a kid, so there's a mother-but the rest of the sentence dampened it. "Where are your parents now?"

"My father ... I don't know about him. He was just another boyfriend, and he took off when I was a baby. My mother, she had some trouble a couple of years ago and. . ." The girl shrugged placidly. "You know. She's a doper."

So much for the mother. "How long has she been in jail?"

"A year and a half, about, counting the trial. They won't make her do the whole five."

"What about you? Who has been taking care of you?"

The girl shrugged again. "My mother lied to them and said I had an aunt that was taking care of me. I asked her to, and it was the least she could do after something stupid like that: set me free. Otherwise, they lock you up in a county home, or they farm you out to foster parents, who lock you up at their house, and I wasn't the one who did anything to get locked up. So I bought some ID from a guy I used to watch in a park selling driver's licenses and Social Security cards to Central Americans who came to pick fruit. I went all the way to Tampa to search for jobs, so the ID didn't look too familiar."

Jane kept probing, listening for some statement that had to be a lie. "What was the job?"

"Hotel maid. You work pretty hard, but it was just cleaning and making beds, and I knew how to do that much."

Jane said, "All right, Rita. Let's get to your problem. Exactly what kind of trouble are you in?"

"It's hard to say."

"You mean you don't know, or just that it's hard for you to tell me?"

"I don't really know. I was working at the hotel. There was this man who stayed there a lot. He was nice. Kind of handsome for an old guy, and funny. His name is Danny."

"How old?"

"At least thirty." She saw Jane's eyes begin to look as though she'd heard the story before, and said hastily, "It's not that kind of trouble. Danny never touched me. He had a girlfriend. She never even pretended she wasn't married. The first time I saw her she had a wedding ring on, with a great big diamond. He would meet her at the hotel about once a week around lunch time, and they would do it for about an hour. Then she would slip out the back entrance and go to a parking ramp a block away where she put her car. Fancy."

"The car?"

"The car too, but mostly her. Very expensive clothes, a lot of jewelry, big hair. The car was a cream-colored Mercedes convertible. Danny was there on some kind of business, and for the rest of the day, other men would come to his room, some with briefcases and some with nothing, but all kind of... not quite clean, you know? Like they didn't get a shower that day, just put on their clothes and combed their hair."

"And?"

"Danny knew that I knew what was going on. One day I'm on his hall when she leaves in a hurry, practically running. He came into a room I was cleaning and gave me twenty bucks to give his room a quick clean-up first. The man who was going to be there in about fifteen minutes was this woman's husband."

"He told you that?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No. He kind of gave me a sheep-face grin, like I was the one who caught him at something. A few minutes later I couldn't help knowing. It was the car. The man drove up to the front of the hotel with a car so the valet would park it, and it was the same one the girlfriend had used the week before. Anyway, I had just cleaned the room, got rid of everything that had her lipstick on it or smelled like her perfume." She frowned. "It was a good thing, too. Her husband was scary. He was maybe sixty, and he wasn't big, but he had eyes like one of those turtles at the zoo they tell you is four hundred years old-and how they found that out, I'd like to know. I mean, who was there? But you get the picture about him. He had three guys with him. Two came in a different car, but they were all wrong. You know how you can see somebody and something inside you says, This isn't normal? The three were all young-late twenties or thirties-and they were just wrong. They wore suits, but they didn't look like men who wear suits. They were all big, like weight lifters, and the suits looked like they all bought them in the same store on the same day, and it was yesterday. You see men like that, but not usually three of them."

"So what happened?"

"Nothing. They came and left in about a half hour. My friend Danny came out looking like he just got to the end of a tightrope, and smiled at me again. Next time he came to town, he offered me a job."

"What kind of job?"

"It was the same thing-cleaning. He offered me three times what I was getting at the hotel. There was this house in the Keys, and I was supposed to clean it. That's all."

Jane sighed. "And it turned out there was more to the job than cleaning."

"No," said Rita. "That was it."

Jane decided not to make more guesses aloud. Maybe this Danny just figured that if he could bribe her to keep his secret, the husband could bribe her to reveal it.

Rita said, "It was a beautiful house, on the ocean. The one who lived there was a nice old man. I was there for a year. It was great."

"When did it stop being great?"

"Three days ago. The old man went away for a little trip. My friend Danny took him to the airport at four in the morning. I figured this was a great chance to show off, so I spent the whole day giving the house a real cleaning. There's nothing in that place that can be polished or waxed or shined that wasn't that day. I didn't stop until about nine at night. I took a shower and fell asleep as soon as I was off my feet. The next thing I know, there are eight or nine big guys. They come into the house in the middle of the night-not like burglars. They were talking loud and stomping around like they were in a big hurry. For a second or two, I thought it must be firemen coming in because I left something plugged in and started a fire. Then three of them come into my room. They look wrong, like the ones at the hotel. They haul me out of bed. One starts asking me all kinds of questions-where the old man kept this, or that. I don't know any of the answers. When they figure that out and go down the hall, I go straight to the closet and start packing. One of them comes in again, and when he sees the suitcase, he flips it over on the bed and says I'm not leaving. I'm going with them."


"Did he say where?"

"He said 'To see Mr. Delfina.'"

Jane's jaw tightened. "Do you know who that...

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Verlag
Random House Inc
Erscheinungsdatum
2000
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0679453040
ISBN 13 
9780679453048
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Auflage
1
Anzahl der Seiten
351
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