Havana
An Earl Swagger Novel
Chapter One
It was a perfect O.
It floated from the smoker's mouth, an amazing confabulation, and then caught a
small charge of wind and began to drift, widening, bending a little, until at
last, high among the buildings, it atomized to wisps, and then nothing.
"How the fug they do that, Lenny?" Frankie Carbine asked.
"It's a machine, Frankie. They have machines for everything now'days.
You got a machine there too, Frankie."
It was true. Inside his overcoat was a machine from across the seas, Denmark, a
place so far away Frankie couldn't begin to imagine it. Not that he would have
tried. Frankie didn't care much for stuff like that.
Anyway, this machine was a gun, just an assortment of tubes and housings and
plastic handles and prongs and things that slid in a ... read full excerpt from Havana: An Earl Swagger Novel ebook
