Road Dogs (2009)( ) Read Online Free
Author: Elmore - Jack Foley 02 Leonard
subsequently she arrested Foley in Detroit. He'd learned a former Lompoc inmate, one he knew, was planning an armed robbery. Mr. Foley saw a chance to stop him.
Rather than call the police, Megan said, and give himself up?
Jack Foley, Karen said, also knew that the intended victim of the robbery, a well-known investor, did a year in Lompoc for insider trading. I saw Foley's intention as redemptive. To show, if you will, he's basically a good guy.
He saw her eyes for a moment with a look he remembered.
The state prosecutor asked Karen, Weren't there homicide victims at the scene in Detroit? You were there. Don't you see this 'basically good guy' as the shooter? Since he's the only one who came out alive?
Megan stepped in.
Detroit's bodies, she said, Detroit's case. We'll see if they want to talk to my client, already doing thirty years for bank robbery.
Foley watched the judge finally look at the prosecutor and say, I don't see it. Your own witness Ms. Sisco testified that all this happened under extreme duress. I see no criminal intent, therefore no escape, no kidnapping. Case dismissed.
Chapter THREE
THEY WERE TAKING THEIR WALK THE DAY AFTER FOLEY'S robbery conviction was reversed on appeal, Cundo saying, I don't believe it. She got you off on the escape then got you down from thirty years to a few months? Come on
They were passing the chapel Where the muck rats found me meditating, Foley said, both of them looking at the chapel, a dismal shade of red, no life to the look of buildings that made a prison. They came to the gun tower on their left. Where most of the firing came from, Foley said Foley almost a head taller than Cundo, Mutt and Jeff coming along in their tailored prison blues to the exercise yard.
'Cause you save this chick's life, Karen Sisco, they cut you a deal because you put her in the fucking trunk?
Thirty years reduced to thirty months, Foley said. That's two and a half years less time served. And no parole. That could've been the deal breaker and Megan got it for me.
Man, me and you be out almost the same time, but you ahead of me. You always lucky like this?
When I have a rich little Cuban paying my way.
Foley was grateful but didn't feel good about it.
I'm gonna pay you back, but it might take a while.
Or you do five grand a bank six times in a row and not get busted. Forget about it, we friends.
I'd rather pay you back, Foley said, than have you come around later and tell me I owe you one. Okay?
We friends or what? You the only white guy in this joint I ever tole about my life. You smart for a fucking bank robber. You and Miss Megan, you both sound like you know what you talking about.
She never used a tone of voice in court, Foley said, to irritate the prosecutor. She'd make a remark passing his table and the guy would grin. It was like they're both on the same side. Then she'd look up and toss her hair, but I never once saw her touch it.
Knows it looks good, Cundo said. I'm trying to remember how she fix it.
Like Paula Zahn's on the news. She and Megan have the same style hair when they don't change it for a while.
She say anything about me?
Who, Paula?
Miss Megan.
She thinks you'd be fun.
Yeah ?
If she ever went for a little greaser.
Foley played basketball every day, nine black guys on the court they'd flip to see who got Foley pressing each other, hands in the face, talking trash, Foley showing his moves, his jukes, faking guys out of their jocks, passing behind his back, throwing in swishers, all net, with either hand. Cundo watched.
Foley limped over to smoke a cigarette and Cundo said, Man, how can you keep running like that? Lose some pounds I get you a job as a lifeguard. There six hundred lifeguards, man, watching thirty miles of beach, Malibu, Santa Monica, Venice, I was buddies with the crew on Baywatch, how I know about lifeguards. Man, I believe I can fix you up.
Foley said, If I lose some pounds, would I have to know how to swim? Tha's the thing, Cundo said,
Rather than call the police, Megan said, and give himself up?
Jack Foley, Karen said, also knew that the intended victim of the robbery, a well-known investor, did a year in Lompoc for insider trading. I saw Foley's intention as redemptive. To show, if you will, he's basically a good guy.
He saw her eyes for a moment with a look he remembered.
The state prosecutor asked Karen, Weren't there homicide victims at the scene in Detroit? You were there. Don't you see this 'basically good guy' as the shooter? Since he's the only one who came out alive?
Megan stepped in.
Detroit's bodies, she said, Detroit's case. We'll see if they want to talk to my client, already doing thirty years for bank robbery.
Foley watched the judge finally look at the prosecutor and say, I don't see it. Your own witness Ms. Sisco testified that all this happened under extreme duress. I see no criminal intent, therefore no escape, no kidnapping. Case dismissed.
Chapter THREE
THEY WERE TAKING THEIR WALK THE DAY AFTER FOLEY'S robbery conviction was reversed on appeal, Cundo saying, I don't believe it. She got you off on the escape then got you down from thirty years to a few months? Come on
They were passing the chapel Where the muck rats found me meditating, Foley said, both of them looking at the chapel, a dismal shade of red, no life to the look of buildings that made a prison. They came to the gun tower on their left. Where most of the firing came from, Foley said Foley almost a head taller than Cundo, Mutt and Jeff coming along in their tailored prison blues to the exercise yard.
'Cause you save this chick's life, Karen Sisco, they cut you a deal because you put her in the fucking trunk?
Thirty years reduced to thirty months, Foley said. That's two and a half years less time served. And no parole. That could've been the deal breaker and Megan got it for me.
Man, me and you be out almost the same time, but you ahead of me. You always lucky like this?
When I have a rich little Cuban paying my way.
Foley was grateful but didn't feel good about it.
I'm gonna pay you back, but it might take a while.
Or you do five grand a bank six times in a row and not get busted. Forget about it, we friends.
I'd rather pay you back, Foley said, than have you come around later and tell me I owe you one. Okay?
We friends or what? You the only white guy in this joint I ever tole about my life. You smart for a fucking bank robber. You and Miss Megan, you both sound like you know what you talking about.
She never used a tone of voice in court, Foley said, to irritate the prosecutor. She'd make a remark passing his table and the guy would grin. It was like they're both on the same side. Then she'd look up and toss her hair, but I never once saw her touch it.
Knows it looks good, Cundo said. I'm trying to remember how she fix it.
Like Paula Zahn's on the news. She and Megan have the same style hair when they don't change it for a while.
She say anything about me?
Who, Paula?
Miss Megan.
She thinks you'd be fun.
Yeah ?
If she ever went for a little greaser.
Foley played basketball every day, nine black guys on the court they'd flip to see who got Foley pressing each other, hands in the face, talking trash, Foley showing his moves, his jukes, faking guys out of their jocks, passing behind his back, throwing in swishers, all net, with either hand. Cundo watched.
Foley limped over to smoke a cigarette and Cundo said, Man, how can you keep running like that? Lose some pounds I get you a job as a lifeguard. There six hundred lifeguards, man, watching thirty miles of beach, Malibu, Santa Monica, Venice, I was buddies with the crew on Baywatch, how I know about lifeguards. Man, I believe I can fix you up.
Foley said, If I lose some pounds, would I have to know how to swim? Tha's the thing, Cundo said,
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