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Оглавление“No, you’re lucky. I was up watching a rerun of a Pacer’s games from last season and they’re getting their butts kicked.”
“You and those Pacers.”
“Just a minute.”
Vito could hear the click of a light switch, some rustling around and then the snap of a cigarette lighter. There was a pause and then a deep exhale. “Okay, I’m ready, go ahead.”
“That’s a bad habit, you need to quit.”
“Mind your own business.”
Vito laughed nervously, “Barnes just called and said Alex may be turning up the heat. Barnes says he’s not happy.”
“About what?”
“The subprime mortgages Midwest has been originating as a result of that meeting last summer.”
“Oh that meeting when Alex was in Europe. I thought Alex was brought up to speed about that.”
“I guess not.”
“Hmm…I’ll bet he is mad.”
“Alex is one tenacious son-of-a-bitch. He’s not going to take this lying down.”
“What can I do about it, Vito?”
Vito opened a cabinet door and pulled out a bottle of Seagram’s. He splashed the brownish liquid into a small glass and dumped it in his mouth.
“Well…un nothing I guess, I just thought you might know something.”
“Well I don’t. You’re on your own on this one, buddy.”
“Do me a favor will ya?”
“I’ll try.”
“Let me know if you hear anything.”
“Oh no!” There was a deep exhale, the ashtray rattled.
“What’s the matter?” Vito asked.
“The Pacers lost by fifteen.”
“You’re hopeless,”
“Goodnight Vito.”
“Goodnight.”
