Back The Deal Goes Down
Chapters (55)
  1. Cover
  2. Other Titles
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  53. CHAPTER FIFTY
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  55. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

“Tonight,” Lukas said. “I will call him now. Quiet, I’m just going to say we have two guests. It will be a surprise.” He punched a number into his cellphone. He spoke quickly in German. There was agreement. We were invited to dine at eight.

“Where?” I asked.

“The same place,” he said. “It’s bigger now. But the same place.”

I looked at his jacket. “Police now, not gendarmes anymore?”

“Ja, ja. A few years back. We’re all federal, all polizie.”

“Is that better or worse?”

“The same, pretty much.”

I took that to mean in the small towns they still ran things their own way. “I have one more question.” I pointed to the dog. “That can’t be Rudi?”

“No, that Rudi passed on. This is great-grandson of Rudi.”

I knelt down. Looked up to Lukas, to make sure it was acceptable. Lukas nodded yes. I ruffled the big dog’s fur, scratched him behind the ears, looked into his warm brown eyes. “Your great-grandfather saved my life,” I told him. “Thanks.”

—

“What was that?” Allison said, when they were gone. “Who’s Rick? If I may ask. Or when were you Rick? Or something like that.”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

It was near the end of town, half behind the Shell station. The same sign, repainted, Rick’s Laundromat Americaine. “That was my business when I lived here. It was before the EU. It was hard for a foreigner to own a business. I bet it still is. These towns, these villages, they’re centuries old and they’re tight-knit. Anyway, I needed a local partner. Franz, he was the gendarme then, the cop in town. He actually put it in Lukas’s name. I barely knew Lukas. He was a kid then, away doing his national service.”

“You sold it to him when you left?”

I laughed. “It was more like it was the price of my ticket out of town.”

As Lukas said, the house had grown, longer, and higher. It had been a modest two stories. Now it was four. Where it had been three rooms deep, now it was six. Franz had the ground floor, Lukas and his wife and their two children a full apartment over him, and the top two stories were rented out, mostly weekly, and were a good source of income.

Franz greeted me with appropriate enthusiasm and astonishment.