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Pedro Luz checked over both shoulders to make sure there were no tourists around. In the same motion his right hand casually fished into the waistband of his trousers for the Colt. Before he could get to it, something dug into his right ear. It was another gun. A burglar with a gun Pedro Luz was consumed with fury.

Churrito laughed.Good work, he said to Pedro Luz.Excellent.

What if they dint?

Pedro Luz whispered to Churrito:Remember to get their car keys. They left the damn files in the car.

Where's the files? asked Pedro Luz.

Churrito held up the briefcase. It was plainly stuffed with something, possibly fifty thousand in cash.

You don't miss a trick.

Fifty is what I told him. Bud Schwartz couldn't get the tremor out of his voice.Fifty thousand, if he ever shows up.

But that ain't Kingsbury.

But that ain't Kingsbury.

I told you, said Bud Schwartz,we're through with that. We got a new career. He didn't sound as confident as he would've liked. Where the hell was Kingsbury?

Churrito held up the briefcase. It was plainly stuffed with something, possibly fifty thousand in cash.

Bud Schwartz was glad the children weren't watching. After the Japanese had moved on, Danny Pogue said:That was two hundred bucks right there, a Nikon with autofocus. I got a guy in Carol City fences nothing but cameras.

You don't miss a trick.

Where's the money?

Danny Pogue joined him on the concrete bench.So how much is he gonna bring?

Churrito laughed.Good work, he said to Pedro Luz.Excellent.

Danny Pogue wasn't paying attention. He was talking about a TV program that showed a male baboon killing a zebra, that's how strong they were. A monkey that could kill something as big as a horse Bud Schwartz was tuned out entirely; he was sizing up the two new men. The tall one, God Almighty, he was trouble. Built like a grizzly but that wasn't the worst of it; the worst was the eyes. Bud Schwartz could spot a doper two miles away; this guy was buzzing like a yellow jacket. The other one was no prize, dull-eyed and cold, but at least he was of normal dimensions. What caught Bud Schwartz's eye was the Cordovan briefcase that the smaller man was carrying.

Now, said Pedro Luz,where's the damn files?

Where's the money?

We give 'em to the old man and nobody else.

I told you, said Bud Schwartz,we're through with that. We got a new career. He didn't sound as confident as he would've liked. Where the hell was Kingsbury?

But that ain't Kingsbury.

Pedro Luz checked over both shoulders to make sure there were no tourists around. In the same motion his right hand casually fished into the waistband of his trousers for the Colt. Before he could get to it, something dug into his right ear. It was another gun. A burglar with a gun Pedro Luz was consumed with fury.

Bud Schwartz was glad the children weren't watching. After the Japanese had moved on, Danny Pogue said:That was two hundred bucks right there, a Nikon with autofocus. I got a guy in Carol City fences nothing but cameras.

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