Glitz

Glitz

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by Elmore Leonard
     
 

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Vincent Mora just can't win. He's been shot, his girlfriend is about to be tossed off a balcony, and there's a vengeful creep looking to even a twisted score. Set against the tacky glitter of Atlantic City's billion-dollar casinos, Glitz has all the classic Leonard touches: quirky characters, colorful and cinematic scenes, and dialogue that's, well, to dieSee more details below

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Vincent Mora just can't win. He's been shot, his girlfriend is about to be tossed off a balcony, and there's a vengeful creep looking to even a twisted score. Set against the tacky glitter of Atlantic City's billion-dollar casinos, Glitz has all the classic Leonard touches: quirky characters, colorful and cinematic scenes, and dialogue that's, well, to die for.

"Intense and inevitable... The talk is so true and tough and dirty that it sounds as if it had been wiretapped.... You almost have to read [Glitz] twice, the firsttime fast to find out what happens, the second time to savor it."(— The New York Times)

After finishing Glitz, I went out and bought everything by Elmore Leonard I could find.... You can put Glitz on the same shelf with your John D.MacDonalds, your Raymond Chandlers, your Dashiell Hammetts."-(— Stephen King, The New York Times Book Review)

"As quick and spare as a no-frills flight to Detroit, as contemporary as the crime rate... The man is a pro."(— Los Angeles Times Book Review )

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New York Times
Intense and inevitable. . . The talk is so true and tough and dirty that it sounds as if it had been wiretapped. . . . You almost have to read [Glitz] twice, the firsttime fast to find out what happens, the second time to savor it.
Stephen King
After finishing Glitz, I went out and bought everything by Elmore Leonard I could find. . . . You can put Glitz on the same shelf with your John D. MacDonalds, your Raymond Chandlers, your Dashiell Hammetts.
The New York Times Book Review
Los Angeles Times Book Review
As quick and spare as a no-frills flight to Detroit, as contemporary as the crime rate. . . The man is a pro.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780816138357
Publisher:
Cengage Gale
Publication date:
12/28/1985
Edition description:
Large Print
Pages:
407

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Chapter One

The night Vincent was shot he saw it coming. The guy approached out of the streetlight on the corner of Meridian and Sixteenth, South Beach, and reachedVincent as he was walking from his car to his apartment building. It was early, a few minutes past nine.

Vincent turned his head to look at the guy and there was a moment when he could have taken him and did consider it, hit the guy as hard as he could. ButVincent was carrying a sack of groceries. He wasn't going to drop a half gallon of Gallo Hearty Burgundy, a bottle of prune juice and a jar of Raguspaghetti sauce on the sidewalk. Not even when the guy showed his gun, called him a motherfucker through his teeth and said he wanted Vincent's walletand all the money he had on him. The guy was not big, he was scruffy, wore a tank top and biker boots and smelled. Vincent believed he had seen himbefore, in the detective bureau holding cell. It wouldn't surprise him. Muggers were repeaters in their strungout state, often dumb, always desperate. Theycame on with adrenaline pumping, hoping to hit and get out. Vincent's hope was to give the guy pause.

He said, "You see that car? Standard Plymouth, nothing on it, not even wheel covers?" It was a pale gray. "You think I'd go out and buy a car like that?" Theguy was wired or not paying attention. Vincent had to tell him, "It's a police car, asshole. Now gimme the gun and go lean against it."

What he should have done, either put the groceries down and given the guy his wallet or screamed in the guy's face to hit the deck, now, or he was fuckingdead. Instead of trying to be clever and getting shot for it.

This guy wasn't going to layhimself out against any police car, he had done it too many times before—as it turned out—and it didn't pay. He shot from thehip and that was where Vincent took the first one, in his own right hip, through and through. The .38 slug chipped bone, nicked the ilium, missed the socketby a couple of centimeters but raised other hell in its deflected course: tore through his gluteus maximus, taking out his back pocket and wallet containingseventeen dollars and punched his gun out of the waistband of his pants, where it rode just behind his hip. The guy's second shot went through the HeartyBurgundy, passing between Vincent's right arm and his rib cage. At this point Vincent dropped the groceries and went for his piece, yelling at the guy, whowas running now, to halt or he'd fire. Here again was a lesson to be learned. When you say it, mean it. The guy halted all right, he half-turned and startedshooting again. By now Vincent was on the ground feeling for a Model 39 Smith & Wesson nine-millimeter automatic among broken glass and spaghettisauce. He found it and fired, he believed, four rounds, three of them entering the guy's body just under his right arm and passing through both lungs.

The Sinai Emergency staff tore Vincent's shirt off looking for a chest wound until one of them sniffed him and said, Christ, it's wine. They x-rayed him,closed the exit wound in surgery, attached some plastic tubes and cleaned glass out of both of his hands.

He was in Intensive Care for the night, wheeled the next morning to a private room as somebody special. The nurse who came in said, "Well, you look justfine to me." Vincent said, thank you, he was. Except for a terrible pain, down there. Pointed and said, "In my penis." He had never called it that before. Thenurse took it in her hand, gently removed the catheter and he fell in love with her, her perky cap, her perfect teeth, her healthy body in that starched whiteuniform. At night she rubbed hospital lotion over his back, his shoulders, soothed that raw gluteus muscle in his right buttock and he called her Miss MagicHands.

Her name was Ginny. Deeply in love he told her the front of his hip hurt too, awful, right there where the leg met the body. Ginny gave him a sly smile andthe plastic bottle of lotion. He asked her if she'd like to go to Puerto Rico.

He was going. He'd been once and loved the food. Went down to pick up a wanted felon and waited over a long weekend for a judge to sign the release. Hegot to visit with a friend of his on the Puerto Rico Police, but didn't get out to Roosevelt Roads that trip. His dad had shipped out of there and was killed atAnzio, taking in an LCVP during the invasion of Italy. Vincent wanted to see Roosevelt Roads. He had a picture of his dad at home taken at El Yunque, upin the rain forest: the picture of a salty young guy, a coxswain, his white cover one finger over his eyebrows, grinning, nothing but clouds behind him upthere on the mountain: a young man Vincent had never known but who looked familiar. He was twenty years older than his dad now. How would that workif they ever did meet? His mother said rosaries in the hope they would.

The guy he killed was running on speed and trailing a life-time of priors, destined — they told Vincent — to crash and burn or die in jail.

"I didn't scare him enough," Vincent said.

He told this to his closest friend on the Miami Beach Police, Buck Torres.

Torres said, "Scare him? That what you suppose to do?"

Vincent said, "You know what I mean. I didn't handle it right, I let it go too far."

Torres said, "What are you, a doctor? You want to talk to the asshole? You know how long the line would be, all the assholes out there? You didn't kill himsomebody else would have to, sooner or later."

"Don't you know what I'm talking about?" Vincent said. "If I'd scared him enough he'd still be alive. I mean scare the guy so bad he stops and thinks, hesays, man, no more of this shit."

Torres said, "Yeah? How do you know when you scared him enough or you have to shoot him to save your own life? Right in there, that moment, how doyou know?"

That was the question.

He'd take it with him to Puerto Rico on his medical leave.1

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