Эйс Аткинс - Kickback

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**P.I. Spenser, knight-errant of the Back Bay, returns in this stellar addition to the iconic *New York Times* –bestselling series from author Ace Atkins.**
What started out as a joke landed seventeen-year-old Dillon Yates in a lockdown juvenile facility in Boston Harbor. When he set up a prank Twitter account for his vice principal, he never dreamed he could be brought up on criminal charges, but that’s exactly what happened.
This is Blackburn, Massachusetts, where zero tolerance for minors is a way of life.
Leading the movement is tough-as-nails Judge Joe Scali, who gives speeches about getting tough on today’s wild youth. But Dillon’s mother, who knows other Blackburn kids who are doing hard time for minor infractions, isn’t buying Scali’s line. She hires Spenser to find the truth behind the draconian sentencing.
From the Harbor Islands to a gated Florida community, Spenser and trusted ally Hawk follow a trail through the Boston underworld with links to a shadowy corporation that runs New England’s private prisons. They eventually uncover a culture of corruption and cover-ups in the old mill town, where hundreds of kids are sent off to for-profit juvie jails.
### Review
“Atkins does a wonderful job with the characters created by Parker. To loyalists it may be heresy, but a case can be made for the Atkins novels being better than some of the last Spenser mysteries penned by Parker. A top-notch thriller.”— *Booklist* (starred)
“It's great to see Spenser tackle a social evil with its roots in real life.”— *Kirkus*
“A topical plot line propels bestseller Atkins’s engrossing fourth Spenser novel…Once again, Atkins has done a splendid job of capturing the voice of the late Robert B. Parker.”— *Publishers Weekly*
### About the Author
**Ace Atkins** is the Edgar-nominated author of seventeen books, including five books in the Quinn Colson series *.* Selected by the Robert B. Parker estate to continue the Spenser novels, he has also written *Robert. B. Parker’s Lullaby* , *Robert B. Parker’s Wonderland,* and *Robert B. Parker’s Cheap Shot,* all of which were *New York Times* bestsellers. Atkins lives in Oxford, Mississippi.

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“Yes,” she said. “But I’m taking my time. And how can you even eat after that verdict?”

I shrugged and cut into my medium-rare filet. I reached for my Eagle Rare on the rocks and took a sip.

“And Bobby Talos?” Susan said.

“After he’s sentenced, he’ll get to work on his tennis game in minimum security.”

“Ughh.”

“My sentiments exactly,” I said. “But I did what I said. I got my client’s son off the island and his records expunged. And I uncovered a nasty cottage industry in Blackburn.”

“And shut down Fortune Island.”

“For now,” I said. “I’m sure it’s to reopen under new management.”

“For-profit prisons,” she said. “Their incentive is not to rehabilitate but rather to create a returning customer.”

“Therein lies the rub.”

I forwent dessert, as my target weight had been reached. I was back running on the Charles now that Z had returned from the West Coast. I paid and Susan and I walked out onto Berkeley. I’d parked a block away from my office building.

It was a lovely Boston night. Trees had leaves again. Tulips were sprouting in planters. We walked hand in hand down the sidewalk.

As we crossed over Providence, I noticed a car I’d spotted earlier that day. And the same car I’d spotted parked along Marlborough Street the night before. It was a recent-model Chevy Malibu painted an orangey brown. If you plan to tail someone, you should pick a more attractive color. Ugly always stands out.

It was parked on the corner where Providence runs to Berkeley. Right in front of the Souper Salad. Although I couldn’t see their faces, and I didn’t want them to notice me staring, I saw two men in the front seat.

“You walk on ahead,” I said.

“Excuse me?” Susan said.

“I want to say hello to someone,” I said. “Here are my keys. Go up to my office. If I’m not up in five minutes, call Quirk.”

“There is a Dumpster in front of your building,” Susan said. “Perhaps I could cower there while you fight the bad guys?”

“I only want to say hello.”

“I know how you say hello.”

“Five minutes.”

“Two,” Susan said.

I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

I strolled back in the direction of the Souper Salad. In all the years it had been next to my building, I’d had neither their soup nor their salad. Maybe you had to have both to make it Souper. Lots of options to consider.

I knocked on the glass of the Malibu.

A young guy in a black leather jacket was looking at his cell phone. The guy at the wheel looked nearly asleep. I had startled both of them.

I knocked on the glass again. The passenger window went down.

“Yeah,” the young guy said. He looked like a young James Caan without the looks. Or charisma.

“I’m Spenser.”

“So what?” the driver said. He had close-set eyes and no chin. His skin was pinkish, and he had the nose of a pig.

“I’m the guy Jackie DeMarco wanted to scare.”

“Who?”

“How can I fight pros at playing stupid?” I said.

“Hey,” said the younger guy.

“Fuck off,” said Pig Nose.

“You guys are even dumber than your replacements,” I said. “Things didn’t go so great for them.”

Both men shuffled in their seats. The guy behind the wheel broke eye contact and scratched his cheek.

“You know where I live,” I said. “You know where I work. And now where I eat.”

“Yeah,” the young guy said. “We know everything.”

I leaned closer into the window. “Brilliant,” I said. “Just brilliant.”

“Watch your ass,” the driver said.

“Yeah,” the young guy said.

“Go home, get a drink, and for God’s sake take a shower,” I said. “If I hadn’t seen you both, I would’ve smelled you. And tell Jackie I got the message. We’re not friends. He’s angry. Terrific.”

The driver looked at the younger guy. The younger guy thumbed his nose and told me to go fuck myself. The driver cranked the car and sped off with a lot of dramatics. C for effort.

I walked back along Berkeley. I pulled out my phone as I approached the Art Deco doors. Susan stood in shadow under the entrance.

“Do you ever take direction?” I said.

“Nice going,” she said. “I bet they ruined a nice set of tires.”

“Second team,” I said.

“Because the first is dead?” she said.

I nodded toward the intersection where I’d left my Explorer. We walked over to it. And I opened her door and then moved around to the driver’s side. I started the car and we drove along Boylston toward the Public Garden and my apartment.

“They’ll come back for you,” Susan said.

“Of course.”

“All in the name of macho bullshit.”

“The new king must not be slighted.”

“Is that what he is?” Susan said. “Jackie DeMarco?”

“I’m afraid so,” I said. “My guys, the old guys, like Gino and even Tony Marcus, have gotten soft.”

“But not you.”

“Suze, I’ve had worn-out parts replaced and improved the older ones. Did I not mention I’ve achieved my fighting weight?”

“Better than ever.”

“Maybe not better,” I said. “But still in the game.”

Susan placed her hand on my knee as I drove. “I have no complaints on the consistency of quality,” she said. “How about you?”

“Ah, no,” I said. My voice sounded a bit husky.

“Shall we have a nightcap at the Four Seasons?”

“Do you want one?”

“No.”

“Do you wish to test my enduring commitment to keeping in fighting shape?”

“Yes.”

I passed the Four Seasons, cut between the Public Garden and the Common on Charles, and headed back toward my apartment on Beacon. My SUV was very speedy.

She patted my thigh with her hand and leaned in to nuzzle my neck. “Good boy.”

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