• Пожаловаться

Джордж Пелеканос: The Sweet Forever

Здесь есть возможность читать онлайн «Джордж Пелеканос: The Sweet Forever» весь текст электронной книги совершенно бесплатно (целиком полную версию). В некоторых случаях присутствует краткое содержание. Город: New York, год выпуска: 1998, ISBN: 978-0-316-69109-3, издательство: Little, Brown and Company, категория: Криминальный детектив / на английском языке. Описание произведения, (предисловие) а так же отзывы посетителей доступны на портале. Библиотека «Либ Кат» — LibCat.ru создана для любителей полистать хорошую книжку и предлагает широкий выбор жанров:

любовные романы фантастика и фэнтези приключения детективы и триллеры эротика документальные научные юмористические анекдоты о бизнесе проза детские сказки о религиии новинки православные старинные про компьютеры программирование на английском домоводство поэзия

Выбрав категорию по душе Вы сможете найти действительно стоящие книги и насладиться погружением в мир воображения, прочувствовать переживания героев или узнать для себя что-то новое, совершить внутреннее открытие. Подробная информация для ознакомления по текущему запросу представлена ниже:

Джордж Пелеканос The Sweet Forever

The Sweet Forever: краткое содержание, описание и аннотация

Предлагаем к чтению аннотацию, описание, краткое содержание или предисловие (зависит от того, что написал сам автор книги «The Sweet Forever»). Если вы не нашли необходимую информацию о книге — напишите в комментариях, мы постараемся отыскать её.

Before you can thrive you have to survive. When cocaine hit Washington, D.C., in the mid-1980s, the city became nearly unlivable. Gun-carrying kids turned entire neighborhoods into war zones. Zombies walked the sidewalks on week-long binges. Many police officers and public officials, flush with drug money, looked away. Set amidst this chaos and danger, The Sweet Forever captures an unforgettable fight for survival as two men confront the most soul-chilling violence ever to visit the city. Marcus Clay is proud of his small chain of record stores, and proudest of his new store, right in the old neighborhood — now the epicenter of the drug trade. But a black man can’t get a break, even on his home turf, when the whole town is going crazy. Even his best friend, Dimitri Karras, who manages the store, is coming to work with his jaw wired tight from his newly acquired cocaine habit. A bad situation turns lethal when a car crashes in front of the store and Marcus sees someone grab a bag out of the backseat and run. The local drug lord wants what’s in that bag — and will do whatever it takes to prove that he is the law in this neighborhood. Nobody, certainly not a small-time businessman, is going to stand in his way. In searing confrontations, Marcus and Dimitri must defy the darkness close to home — fighting for their lives, their livelihoods, for the very soul of the city. Opening up the shadowy territory where private sin connects with larger, deadlier evils, George Pelecanos weaves familiar details from the recent past into a thriller of compelling menace and power. With characters as real as your own flesh and a relentless, dazzlingly original story, The Sweet Forever is a classic thriller from one of the most inspired writers at work today.

Джордж Пелеканос: другие книги автора


Кто написал The Sweet Forever? Узнайте фамилию, как зовут автора книги и список всех его произведений по сериям.

The Sweet Forever — читать онлайн бесплатно полную книгу (весь текст) целиком

Ниже представлен текст книги, разбитый по страницам. Система сохранения места последней прочитанной страницы, позволяет с удобством читать онлайн бесплатно книгу «The Sweet Forever», без необходимости каждый раз заново искать на чём Вы остановились. Поставьте закладку, и сможете в любой момент перейти на страницу, на которой закончили чтение.

Шрифт:

Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

“Alan!” said Tyrell.

“What?”

“Why you trippin’, man? You know I didn’t mean nothin’ in there. Just makin’ a point.”

“Get up with you later on,” said Rogers. “See you back at the house.” He got into the 300 and turned the ignition.

“Alan’s turned punk,” said Monroe, blood still streaming into his mouth, the wet gauze hanging from beneath the tattered mask.

“Boy’s too emotional,” said Tyrell, “that’s all. Not hard like you. You did good, Short. We get back, give you somethin’ to drink, swallow some pills I got, do a couple lines, you’ll feel a whole lot better.”

“Feel better when I fuck that nigga up,” said Monroe, looking with malignance toward Real Right.

“He can’t win. We gonna take over down here. Give it a little time, let him get comfortable, then catch him walkin’ out his shop one night. Gonna put him on his knees in the alley and let him look at you before you bust him in the head. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Short?”

“Yeah,” said Monroe, smiling at the thought, his teeth pink in the light of the streetlamp. “Think Clay was lyin’ about the money?”

“I don’t know,” said Tyrell. “We get back, gonna take my cousin off his leash. Find out the truth once and for all.”


“My knees were knockin’ together,” said Karras. “Guess you could hear ’em, right, Clarence?”

“Thought that sound was comin’ from me,” said Tate.

Karras, Clay, Tate, and Adamson stood at the window, watching Tyrell and Monroe talking in the street.

“You told a lie, Marcus,” said Adamson.

“What lie?”

“You told that boy you were gonna open-hand him. Could be wrong, but it looked to me like you struck him with your fist.”

“Did I?”

“Uh-huh. And you hit him right where his nose was already broke, too. Couldn’t you see that was gonna hurt real bad?”

“Meant to just tap him a little.”

Adamson adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses. “Wonder who did the original damage to that boy’s face.”

“That was Marcus, too,” said Karras.

“See?” Adamson smiled. “Cleveland was wrong. You are hard, Marcus.”

“Nah,” said Clay, trying not to grin. “Not really.”

Twenty-Nine

Looking down from her bedroom window, Denice Tate watched Alan Rogers approach her house. With his head down and his shoulders kind of slouched, he looked different coming up the walk, not his usual confident self. She heard a knocking sound from one floor below.

Denice went down the stairs. She stopped in the foyer and leaned against the door.

“Alan?”

“Neecie, it’s me. Open up, girl.”

“Can’t. My father’s gonna be comin’ back any minute now, Alan. You got to go away.”

“Get on down by the mail slot, Neecie.”

Denice sat on the linoleum and lifted the rectangular copper flap. Alan had a seat on the cold concrete in front of the door. He unbuttoned his shirt cuff and put his hand through the slot. Neecie held his fingers. Through the space she saw Alan’s spent, bloodshot eyes.

“You okay?”

“Came to say good-bye, Neecie.”

“Alan—”

“Quiet, now, let me say it. Shouldn’t have been messin’ with you to begin with, young as you are.” Rogers blinked slowly. “You’re good. What you got to do is stay away from boys like me. Ain’t nothin’ up the road but trouble in that. You hear me, girl?”

“I hear you, Alan.” Denice swallowed. “But Alan, you got good in you, too.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You don’t belong with those boys you run with. You can change. Find yourself a real job.”

“You know I can’t hardly read.”

“Go back to school, then. Get that GED you been talkin’ about.”

“Too late for me.”

“It isn’t.

“Go ahead, girl.” Rogers tightened his fingers in Denice’s hand. “You listen to your father, now, Denice; let him guide you. Never was lucky enough my own self to have someone like that.” He tried to smile. “Want you to know somethin’ else. I cared for you, for real. Wasn’t just that you were so fine.”

Denice’s eyes welled with tears. Rogers pulled his hand back through the slot.

“Alan, wait. Where you goin’?”

“Back out here, where I belong.”

“Don’t go.”

“Got to,” he said.

Denice pressed her ear against the door. She listened to the sound of his footsteps receding on the concrete.

Rogers walked to the Z, parked halfway down the block. His beeper sounded as he dropped into the driver’s seat. He switched on the interior light and read the numbers off the display.

Rogers frowned and said, “Tutt.”


But when Rogers found a pay phone and dialed the number, it was Murphy on the other end of the line.

“Need to talk to you, Alan.”

“What about?”

“I’m takin’ Tyrell down tonight.”

“That right.”

“Yes. Wanted to give you the chance to walk away.”

Rogers licked his lips. “What I gotta do?”

“I’m alone,” said Murphy. “I’ll be sittin’ in my Pontiac at Fifteenth and U.”

Rogers said, “I’ll be right down.”


“That’s what I been tryin’ to impress on you,” said Kevin Murphy after Rogers had told him about Bennet and Linney. “That life you’re in, it only ends one way.”

“I know it,” said Rogers, staring through the windshield at the lights of U.

“Gonna show you the way out, Alan.”

“They’ll kill me if they find out I’m plottin’ against them,” said Rogers. “And I don’t mind tellin’ you, Murphy, I’m afraid to die.”

“It’s what makes you human, Alan. Not bein’ afraid, it means you got nothin’ inside, or nothin’ left. I was in that place my own self last night.”

“What happened?”

“Spun the chamber and got lucky. Lost the nerve to do it again. Woke up and saw that I still had time to make up for the wrong I’ve done.” Murphy looked across the buckets. “Gonna give you that opportunity, too.”

“How?”

“You know those woods around Tyrell’s bungalow?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s behind them?”

Rogers shrugged. “’Nother residential street. I walked through ’em once; ain’t nothin’ but a hundred yards—”

“Okay. Want you to go back to Tyrell’s, park your car on that street, face it into the woods toward the back of Tyrell’s. Then I want you to go in the house and wait. Tell Tyrell we’re comin’ out with the money. Tell him you saw it, hear? Maybe it’ll stop ’em from hurtin’ Golden more than they already have. You with me?”

“What if they ask where my car’s at?”

“Tell ’em it broke down on Central Avenue and you walked the rest of the way. Tell ’em anything, man, you figure that out.”

“What about you?”

“Me and Tutt’ll be there straightaway. When we come in, I’m gonna ask you to go bring Eddie Golden out. But I don’t want you to bring him out. I want you to get him out that bedroom window back there and take him through the woods to your car. Now, I don’t know how bad they’ve fucked him up. You might have to carry his ass—”

Читать дальше

Шрифт:

Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

Похожие книги на «The Sweet Forever»

Представляем Вашему вниманию похожие книги на «The Sweet Forever» списком для выбора. Мы отобрали схожую по названию и смыслу литературу в надежде предоставить читателям больше вариантов отыскать новые, интересные, ещё не прочитанные произведения.


Джордж Пелеканос: King Suckerman
King Suckerman
Джордж Пелеканос
Ryan Westfield: Final Chaos
Final Chaos
Ryan Westfield
Dennis Tafoya: The Dope Thief
The Dope Thief
Dennis Tafoya
Bertrice Small: All the Sweet Tomorrows
All the Sweet Tomorrows
Bertrice Small
Bentley Little: The Store
The Store
Bentley Little
Roberto Saviano: ZeroZeroZero
ZeroZeroZero
Roberto Saviano
Отзывы о книге «The Sweet Forever»

Обсуждение, отзывы о книге «The Sweet Forever» и просто собственные мнения читателей. Оставьте ваши комментарии, напишите, что Вы думаете о произведении, его смысле или главных героях. Укажите что конкретно понравилось, а что нет, и почему Вы так считаете.