Part 25 (2/2)
”Mr Troubleaux,” it was homosoto Just what he needed now
”What?”
”I am most sorry about your esteemed friend, Max Jones Our sy I can do to help you in this tirief” Classic japanese manners oozed over the phone wire
”Yeah Moral bankruptcy is a cri an extreratification” Pierre was rarely rude, but when he was, he aped Royal British snobbery at their best
”A physical impossibility, Mr Troubleaux,” hos, and since it appears that I cannot help you, perhaps we should conclude our business Don't you agree Mr Troubleaux?” The condescension dripped froone as quickly as if a light had been extinguished
”Mr hoh, tomorrow as scheduled I assume that meets with your approval?” The French can be so caustic It makes them excellent taxi cab drivers
”That is not the business to which I refer I mean business about honor I am sure you remember our last conversation”
”Yes, I remember, and the answer is still no No, no, no I won't do it”
”That is such a shaain, Pierre thought Another veiled threat
”Why should I?”
”Simply, and to the point as you Americans like it, because it would be a terrible waste if the police obtained evidence you murdered your partner for profit”
”Murdered? What in hell's na about?” Crystal clear visions scorched across Pierre's h his craniu heat etched patterns of pain in his brain
”What I h to convince any jury beyond a reasonable doubt, that you rander scheme to make your- self even richer than you will become tomorrow Do I make myself clear?”
”You bastard bastard,” Pierre hissed into the phone Not only does hoes to have Pierre look like the guilty party What choice did he have At least now
There's no proof, is there? The police reports are apparently not ready No autopsy Body burned? What could homosoto do?
”fuck you all the way to hell!” Pierre screamed at the phone in abject frustration and then slammed the receiver down so hard the impact resistant plastic cracked
At that same instant, Sheila Brandt, his secretary, carefully opened the door his door ”Pierre, I just heard I aenuinely felt for hireat team, even if Pierre had become obsessed with himself Her drawn face with 40 years of intense sun worshi+ping racked with ehwhat about the arrangeht out the h she was only a few years older
”Being taken care ofdo you want to?”
”No, yes, whateverthat's all right, just keep me advised”
”Yessir Oh, I hate to do this, but your 9AM appointet rid of hiht now?”
”I don't know He's froet involved in that?”