The Score

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When the bellboy left, Parker went over to the house phone and made his call. He gave the operator downstairs the number he wanted, and waited while the phone clicked and ticked and snicked in his ear. He was feeling impatient, and he was about to go downstairs and put in the call from a pay phone when all the clicking finally quit and a ringing sound started instead.

Parker counted the rings, just as Paulus was doing at the other end, and while he waited and counted he looked around at the room. It was just a hotel room, the same as any. Because it was in Jersey City, it might be a little grimier than most, that’s all.

On the eighth ring, the nosy operator came on, saying, “Your party doesn’t seem to be answering, sir.”

“He moves slow,” Parker told her. “Let it ring.”

“Yes, sir.”

He tensed and relaxed his shoulder muscles, hunching and relaxing, hunching and relaxing. He’d flown up, and being in a plane always made his shoulders stiff. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Sixteen. Where the hell was he?

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