Росс Томас - Cast a Yellow Shadow

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In his brilliant first novel, The Cold War Swap, Ross Thomas introduced two witty characters named Mac McCorkle and Michael Padillo, a barkeep and a government agent, who become partners in a saloon and in the deadly game of espionage. The response of readers and critics to both the novel and the characters was extraordinary, and some reviewers hoped in print for another Thomas novel featuring the pair. Cast a Yellow Shadow is it.
McCorkle and Padillo are back — McCorkle with a saloon, Padillo with trouble — this time in Washington, D.C. Padillo, who had dropped out of sight over a year before in Germany, suddenly turns up in Washington, stabbed but alive. Mac, tending to Padillo, discovers that his own wife has been kidnapped and is being secretly held by officials of a South African nation who want Padillo to assassinate their prime minister.
To reveal more is unnecessary. Readers of Ross Thomas will expect excitement, violence, and unexpected twists, told with wit and skill — and they will get them and more in Cast a Yellow Shadow.

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“Does Mr. Padillo plan to carry out his assignment? I must again caution you, we are deadly serious.”

“Yes,” I said. “He plans to carry it out, but only if I talk to my wife and find out whether she’s still alive.”

“Very well, Mr. McCorkle, you may say hello to Mrs. McCorkle.”

“Fredl — are you all right?”

“Yes, darling, I’m all right; just terribly tired.” Her voice was quiet, almost resigned.

“I’m doing everything I can. Mike’s here.”

“I know. I heard.”

“Are they treating you all right?”

“Yes, they’re treating me fine, but—” And then her voice broke off and she screamed and the man’s voice came back on the phone.

“We have treated her well, up until now, Mr. McCorkle. You see, we really are in earnest.”

Then he hung up.

Eight

I stood in the room and held the phone in my hand and stared at it. Then I put it back where it belonged and turned to Padillo. “They made her scream,” I said. “They hurt her somehow and made her scream.”

He nodded and turned away to look out the window. “They won’t keep it up. They did it for effect.”

“She doesn’t scream much,” I said. “She didn’t scream just because they turned a mouse loose in the room.”

“No. They hurt her. They probably twisted her arm, but they won’t keep on doing it. They have nothing to gain. She doesn’t know where we hid the emeralds.”

“I don’t think I can just sit here much longer.”

“We have to wait,” he said.

“I’d like to wait while I’m doing something.”

“You’re cracking,” he said. “That’s doing something.” He walked over to where I stood by the phone. “You may as well memorize this: Either they’ll kill her or we’ll get her loose, but we can’t do that if you crack because she didn’t get to take her nightie.”

“If I’m cracking, it’s because I believe them. I’m impressed. My wife’s screams have a certain effect on me. I’d believe them if they said they were going to nominate her Miss Department of Commerce.”

“We wait,” Padillo said and his voice was like the snap of a whip. “The waiting’s part of their pressure. It’s hard and they know it’s hard and they also know that her screams will make you jumpy about any rescue plan we come up with. But if we don’t come up with one, she’s dead. And you and I aren’t good enough to operate by ourselves. Maybe a few years ago, but not now. We need help. We have to wait for that help.”

“We wait,” I said.

“All right,” he said. “We wait.”

I forced myself to mix a drink and turn on the television set and watch a program that asked a panel of scruffy housewives to guess the total cost of a hydroplane, a home printing press with three fonts of type, a case of suntan oil, and a year’s supply of cream of potato soup. I guessed $29,458.42. I guessed it aloud, but a woman from Memphis won with a guess of $36,000. I would have liked to have the printing press.

“You watch television much?” Padillo asked.

“Some,” I said. “It’s like China. If you ignore it, it just gets worse.”

Padillo tried pricing the next batch of goodies and placed a poor third, well behind a blonde from Galveston and a grandmother from St. Paul. The grandmother won a motor scooter, some electric stilts that looked interesting, a scholarship to a photography school, a four-foot world globe, and a Japanese sports car. Padillo said he would have liked to have the globe.

The telephone rang and I switched off the set as Padillo answered. It seemed to be long distance and after the operator made sure it was Padillo, she let him say hello. Then he listened. After he was through listening he said: “I’m calling that loan you have with us. I have to call it today.” He listened some more and then said: “Good. I’ll expect you at this address.” He gave the address on Fairmont street where Hardman’s girl friend lived. Then he said goodbye and replaced the phone. “That was Jon Dymec calling from New York. He’s at La Guardia and just missed the shuttle. He’ll catch the next one.”

Within the next half-hour the phone rang twice and each time Padillo repeated his terse conversation. He didn’t have to argue or explain or cajole. All he did was to mention that he was calling the loan.

“Friends of yours?” I asked.

“Hardly.”

“Who, then?”

“Agents I have known. Dymec is a Pole and works for Polish intelligence. He’s got a UN cover, but spends most of his time in Washington. The girl Magda Shadid works for both Hungary and Syria, and they both probably know it but keep her on because she’s inexpensive and they don’t have too many secrets that they give a damn about not sharing anyhow. The last one, Philip Price, is British and uses a soft-drink company as his cover.”

“What’s the handle you have on them?”

“I doubled all three of them. They all work for Uncle Sam now.”

“And if they don’t go along, you’ll tattle to their original employers.”

“That’s it — except that I don’t leave myself quite that open. There are the usual envelopes that our lawyer in Bonn would mail. It’s old, but it works.”

“Didn’t he think you were dead? He told me how sorry he was that you were.”

“I told him to. I called him from Switzerland.”

“He was my lawyer, too,” I said.

“He’s very discreet, isn’t he?”

“The British wouldn’t kill Price just because he’s a double agent.”

“No, but the loss of the fifteen hundred dollars a month we pay him might. If he weren’t a British agent, he’d be off the U.S. payroll.”

“Any of them know each other?”

“I don’t think so, but they may by reputation. They’re not amateurs, and the pros in any business get to know the competition.”

“They must be very fond of you.”

Padillo shrugged and grinned. “They didn’t cross over because they had a change of heart. They doubled when I offered them money. It’s a soft berth, and they don’t want to lose it. That’s why I can put the pressure on them like this — once; I’d hate to try it twice.”

There was a knock on the door and Padillo went to answer it. It was Mustapha Ali and he and Padillo went through their formal Moslem greeting.

“Man, you sure can rattle it off,” Mush said. “How you, Mac?”

“Fine.”

“Hard said to carry you over to Betty’s. You ready?”

“We’re ready,” Padillo said. “I just want to put this in the hotel safe.” He picked up the leather case that contained the seventeen thousand pounds that he was supposed to earn for not killing Van Zandt and we took the elevator down to the lobby. We found the assistant manager and got the briefcase stored away and then we got in the Buick that Mush drove. It was parked in a tow-away zone, but it didn’t have a ticket.

“That TV set in the back along with the phone makes ’em think that the cat who owns this machine would just get a ticket fixed anyhow,” Mush said. “It’s good as diplomatic plates.”

We turned up Seventeenth Street to Massachusetts, went around Scott Circle, and took Rhode Island to Georgia Avenue. The traffic at four-thirty in the afternoon wasn’t heavy, and Mush made good time, driving the Buick hard with a lot of skillful use of its power brakes.

“If a man wanted to defend himself in this town,” Padillo asked, “what kind of gun could he lay his hands on?”

Mush turned his head to look at Padillo. “You wanna grease gun?”

“Pistol.”

“Fancy shooting or close up?”

“Close up.”

“Get you a Smith and Wesson .38 belly-gun.”

“Can you get two?”

“No trouble.”

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