Archangel
“Ungaro had called that morning and told him to meet a man there. First, Mackenzie had to transfer the money into Ungaro’s bank account. Now everything was in motion. Mackenzie had the feeling that events had slipped suddenly and completely beyond his control.
Mackenzie looked at the door whenever anyone walked in. Sometimes he kept his gaze on the person, hoping to make eye contact because he felt sure this was the one. Every time he raised his head, he caught sight of the sign out in front of ...the diner—a blond-haired boy in Dutch costume. The boy had a fat-lipped smile and stood with his arms folded and one wooden-shoed foot stuck out, as if frozen in the middle of a Cossack dance. The boy’s clogs were outlined with glass bars of white neon. They lit up at night.
At last one man returned his stare. Mackenzie’s hands clenched under the table. Despite all the mental preparation he had done, the face still caught Mackenzie by surprise. He looked like a college boy, square-chinned and heavy chested from bench-pressing weights.MoreLess
Mackenzie looked at the door whenever anyone walked in. Sometimes he kept his gaze on the person, hoping to make eye contact because he felt sure this was the one. Every time he raised his head, he caught sight of the sign out in front of ...the diner—a blond-haired boy in Dutch costume. The boy had a fat-lipped smile and stood with his arms folded and one wooden-shoed foot stuck out, as if frozen in the middle of a Cossack dance. The boy’s clogs were outlined with glass bars of white neon. They lit up at night.
At last one man returned his stare. Mackenzie’s hands clenched under the table. Despite all the mental preparation he had done, the face still caught Mackenzie by surprise. He looked like a college boy, square-chinned and heavy chested from bench-pressing weights.MoreLess
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