The Kremlin Letter Page #3

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Another drop or so will give

you, oh, an additional 10 hours.

Use more than six drops, call the undertaker.

I don't think he'll turn

us down, but if he does,

We want the body flown back to the states.

Alive or dead. It don't matter

which. Think you can manage?

Yes. You be in new york in four days.

Nephew, you got 96 little hours.

You better step over here with me...

And sit down,

Switch on that electronic

brain of yours and listen,

'Cause i'm only gonna give you the names

and numbers of all the players one time.

The whore is in a coastal village

between acapulco and zihuatanejo.

It's called papanoa.

A hundred dollars the fat one takes the lot.

Are you on?

If you have so much faith in her, why

don't i take her myself, mr. Janis?

Ah!

La sorda. Elepteria.

Listen! Blast gordita in the crotch!

In the cojones!

You hear?

Not a bad act, that.

I think i'll use it as a daily attraction.

Hey, gordita.

Take your pick. The fat one's fantastic.

She's yours for $15. You can

have any of the other two for 10.

The tillinger foundation

is planning an expedition.

Ah, bully for the tillinger foundation.

The business at hand is more important.

Thirty dollars says you can have them all.

The highwayman expects you.

Plus, magic mushrooms.

Now, let's make it-

Let's make it a sporting proposition, hmm?

I'll toss you double or nothing,

$60, or you can have

the whole batch for free.

I have a plane waiting.

Why should i do anything for the highwayman?

If it were sturdevant-

I'd go like a shot. But sturdevant's dead.

Oh, my god. Don't say they've got

you believing that whore's cry too.

Chappie, i know sturdevant.

He never would or ever

could take his own life.

Then where is he?

He's waiting, my boy.

Somewhere. Someplace.

He's waiting like a lion in a thicket.

You mark my words, chappie.

He'll come out when the time is right.

He's just waiting.

I've, uh, still got to take you back with me.

And i don't wish to go. I have a good

thing here, trading on human weakness.

I think i shall remain.

There's money involved.

A great deal of money.

$25,000 now

- No. Money can't budge me.

The whore of yesterday is dead.

Plus $100,000 on checking in

to the tillinger foundation.

125,000, eh?

It's too bad the whore of yesterday is dead.

Uh, chappie,

You just witnessed a resurrection.

Well

- Uh, no. Waiter.

No, no. We-

We've got- Oh!

Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

Greetings.

To the warlock from the tillinger foundation.

Greetings. The highwayman

wants you in new york.

When? Now.

Is he planning an expedition? Yes.

My hands are gone.

I'm as worthless as an

oyster for what you need.

I've waited long enough for a job like this.

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