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James Hadley Chase - The Fast Buck

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International jewel thief, Paul Hater, knows a secret that everyone wants to know - and will go to any lengths to uncover. How long can he remain silent? When Hater is arrested in possession of a stolen necklace, the police use every possible means to persuade him to reveal the location of the rest of the collection. He remains silent and so begins his twenty-year prison sentence. Having exhausted all their leads, the International Detective Agency, acting on behalf of the insurers, must patiently await Haters release before they can hope to find out more. But just as his day of release approaches, Hater is kidnapped by a ruthless international gang determined to force the secret from him and prepared to go to any lengths to do so....

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Rico opened his office door and peered cautiously into the dimly lit restaurant. The long, narrow room with its tables already set for dinner, its small, rectangular dance floor, the band dais decorated with flowers, was empty and silent. He listened intently, then stepped back into the office and shut the door.

Be another half-hour before anyone shows up, he said. What are you nervous about?

Seated by the flat, ornate desk in a red-leather lounging chair was a blond giant of a man, whose thick, lumpy shoulders dwarfed the back of the chair. His clothes were creased and dusty. His slouch hat had an oil stain on the front, and the ribbon was frayed. His big, granite-hard face was yellowish white, and his eyes were pale grey: the colour of ice.

Rico watched him with uneasy excitement. He was always nervous and unsure of himself when he was with Baird. He knew Baird was dangerous, and yet he was fascinated by him as some people are fascinated by a snake.

Baird pulled out a dirty, screwed-up handkerchief and tossed what it contained on the desk.

Rico peered intently at the emerald and diamond bracelet. A little pang of greed ran through him. He had never seen anything so beautiful. Then caution edged the greed out of his mind. The bracelet was beyond his class: to attempt to handle it would be as dangerous and futile as a midget attempting to fight Joe Louis.

Dont I keep tel ing you to leave this kind of stuff alone? he said furiously; furious because he was forced to recognise his own shortcomings. Its no good to me. Its too dangerous. Al these stones match. The value of the piece is as it is now. Break it up, and it aint worth a goddam!

Dont feed me that crap, Baird said. His voice was surprisingly soft for a man of his size. Its worth a couple of grand even if you have to break it up.

Rico shook his head. He wouldnt admit to Baird that he knew of no one to whom he could sel a piece of this value. Ever since he had first met Baird he had tried to impress the big man with his importance.

I dont want it, he said. Its too dangerous.

Baird looked at Rico, his pale eyes probing.

All the same youve got to take it, Rico, he said. Im in a jam. The twist might die.

Rico stiffened. His heart skipped a beat and then began to race madly.

What was that? What do you mean?

Baird reached for a cigarette from a box on Ricos desk. He smiled jeeringly at Rico. The sudden fear in Ricos eyes amused him.

The bitch tried to scream. There was a prowl car not more than ten yards away. I had to hit her.

Rico looked as if he were going to faint. He clung to the edge of the desk, his face turning white.

Why, you crazy bastard! he snarled furiously. Get out of here! Dont you know thisll be the first place the cops will come to? They know youre always here. What are you thinking of? Get out and stay out!

Baird eased his powerful muscles. All along he had known Rico was a cowardly little rat. He had chosen him because of his cowardice. There were plenty of other fences in town he could have gone to, but none of them would be so easy to handle as Rico in a crisis. He knew, too, he had a fatal fascination for Rico. He was everything Rico wanted to be: big, strong, ruthless, and a killer; he was the out-of-reach fantasy of Ricos private dreams.

I want some dough, he said. He lit the cigarette and flicked the match across the room. Give me five Cs.

Rico was frightened. Baird wouldnt have said the woman might die unless he had a good reason for saying so. Murder! This was something he hadnt bargained for when he had told Baird he could handle anything Baird brought to him.

He swept the bracelet across the desk towards Baird.

Not a dime! Take it and get out! Think I want to be caught on an accessory rap? Maybe youre crazy, but Im not!

A muscle high up near Bairds right eye began to twitch. He opened his coat so Rico could see the butt of the .45 Colt he carried in a holster under his arm.

Five Cs, Rico, he said, and Rico could read the threat in the pale eyes.

No! Rico said violently. His pock-marked face began to glisten with sweat. You cant do this to me, Baird! Youre not going to hold me up for something I dont want! You and me have worked together

Five Cs, Baird repeated, and snap it up. I want to get out of town before the heats on.

Rico snarled at him. He looked like a cornered rat as he crouched over the desk, his teeth showing and sweat running down his face.

Get out! he said. Take that bracelet with you! I wouldnt touch it if you gave it to me!

Bairds hand shot out and gripped Ricos shirt front. He hauled him out of his chair, dragged him across the desk, sweeping papers, the cigarette-box, the rack of fountain pens and the telephone to the floor. He stood up, lifting Rico off his feet. Rico hung in Bairds grip like a sawdust dol , staring with protruding eyes at Bairds expressionless face.

I said five Cs, Baird said softly.

He slapped Ricos face with his left hand. He slapped it four times, very hard, knocking Ricos head from one side to the other. The sound of the slaps was like the bursting of a paper bag. Then he let go of Rico, who staggered against his desk, his knees buckling.

Snap it up, Baird said, or youl get some more.

Rico staggered to his desk and sat down. His hand went to his cheek, which had puffed up and had turned the colour of port wine. He opened a drawer, took out a bundle of bills and counted out five of them. With a shaking hand he pushed the bills across the desk.

Baird picked them up, tossed the bracelet into Ricos lap and pocketed the bil s.

Why do you have to do it the hard way? he asked. When I want anything, I damn wel get it. You should know that by now.

Rico didnt say anything. His fingers caressed his burning face, but he picked up the bracelet and dropped it into his pocket.

Ill let you know where I get to, Baird went on as if nothing had happened. Il be back in a week if she doesnt croak. Ive another lit le job lined up that might be something. If you hear of anything thatd fit me, keep it on ice until you hear from me? Okay?

Rico licked his dry lips.

Sure, he said hoarsely, his hand stil on his cheek.

Well, so long for now. Take a look outside. I dont want to walk into any trouble.

Rico made the effort and went to the door. He peered into the restaurant, listened, stepped back.

Okay, he said. Go through the kitchens. Dont let any-one see you.

So long, Baird said again, and moved through the dimly lit restaurant, skirting the tables, moving softly, his hands in his pockets, without looking back.

Rico returned to his office and straightened his desk. When he had picked up the various articles that had fallen to the floor, he sat down limply. He took out a mirror from a drawer and examined his reflection. His eyes were hot and intent as he stared at the livid bruise across the side of his face. He put the mirror away, got up and crossed over to a cellarette standing in a corner. He mixed himself a stiff whisky and soda, sat down again, and took the bracelet from his pocket. He studied it for some time. It was a beautiful piece. At a guess itd be worth five or six grand. But who would buy it? He frowned at the bracelet. It was the best piece he had ever had through his hands; the best and the most dangerous.

He got up and locked the bracelet in a concealed wall safe. He would have to wait and see if the woman died. If she didnt die it might not be so difficult to find a buyer. But if she did He grimaced and took a long pull at his glass.

He went into the bathroom, leading off his office. He spent some time holding a sponge of cold water against his burning face, his eyes still hot and intent, his mind busy.

What a guy that Baird was, he thought. Not a nerve in his body! If I want anything I damn well get it, he had said, and it was true. Working with a fel a like Baird meant big-time, Rico told himself. It was dangerous, but look what he stood to gain! He gently patted his face dry. He felt no anger or animosity against Baird for hitting him. It was just another proof of his strength of purpose. Baird was like no other crook who came to Rico. No one else would have dared to touch Rico.

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