The Hot Rock
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Boston apricot brandy in his hand, stepped off the curb, out in front of the police car, waggled his other hand at it, and cried, “Takshi!”The police car stopped. It was that or run over him. Murch leaned on the fender and announced loudly, “I wanna go home. Brooklyn. Take me to Brooklyn, cabby, and be fast about it.” It was well after midnight and except for Murch this residential block on Manhattan’s Upper West Side was quiet and peaceful.The non–driving policeman got out of the police car. He... said, “Comere, you.”Murch staggered over. Winking hugely he said, “Never mind the meter, pal. We can work out a private arrangement. The cops’ll never know.”“Izzat right?” said the cop.“That’s only one of the million things the cops don’t know,” Murch confided.“Oh, yeah?” The cop opened the rear door. “Climb aboard, chum,” he said.“Right,” said Murch. He lurched into the police car and fell asleep at once on the rear seat.The cops didn’t take Murch to Brooklyn.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Boston apricot brandy in his hand, stepped off the curb, out in front of the police car, waggled his other hand at it, and cried, “Takshi!”The police car stopped. It was that or run over him. Murch leaned on the fender and announced loudly, “I wanna go home. Brooklyn. Take me to Brooklyn, cabby, and be fast about it.” It was well after midnight and except for Murch this residential block on Manhattan’s Upper West Side was quiet and peaceful.The non–driving policeman got out of the police car. He... said, “Comere, you.”Murch staggered over. Winking hugely he said, “Never mind the meter, pal. We can work out a private arrangement. The cops’ll never know.”“Izzat right?” said the cop.“That’s only one of the million things the cops don’t know,” Murch confided.“Oh, yeah?” The cop opened the rear door. “Climb aboard, chum,” he said.“Right,” said Murch. He lurched into the police car and fell asleep at once on the rear seat.The cops didn’t take Murch to Brooklyn.
What to read after The Hot Rock?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Westlake Donald E. to read onlineMoreLess
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