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"
Sure
,
"
Sonny
said
.
"
And
as
soon
as
Luca
Brasi
checks
in
they
're
gon
na
be
dead
meat
.
We
still
have
all
the
horses
.
"
"
I
'll
be
out
in
a
hour
,
"
Mike
said
.
"
In
a
cab
.
"
He
hung
up
.
The
papers
had
been
on
the
streets
for
over
three
hours
.
There
must
have
been
radio
news
reports
.
It
was
almost
impossible
that
Luca
had
n't
heard
the
news
.
Thoughtfully
Michael
pondered
the
question
.
Where
was
Luca
Brasi
?
It
was
the
same
question
that
Hagen
was
asking
himself
at
that
moment
.
It
was
the
same
question
that
was
worrying
Sonny
Corleone
out
in
Long
Beach
.
***
At
a
quarter
to
five
that
afternoon
,
Don
Corleone
had
finished
checking
the
papers
the
office
manager
of
his
olive
oil
company
had
prepared
for
him
.
He
put
on
his
jacket
and
rapped
his
knuckles
on
his
son
Freddie
's
head
to
make
him
take
his
nose
out
of
the
afternoon
newspaper
.
"
Tell
Gatto
to
get
the
car
from
the
lot
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'll
be
ready
to
go
home
in
a
few
minutes
.
"
Freddie
grunted
.
"
I
'll
have
to
get
it
myself
.
Paulie
called
in
sick
this
morning
.
Got
a
cold
again
.
"
Don
Corleone
looked
thoughtful
for
a
moment
.
"
That
's
the
third
time
this
month
.
I
think
maybe
you
'd
better
get
a
healthier
fellow
for
this
job
.
Tell
Tom
.
"
Fred
protested
.
"
Paulie
's
a
good
kid
.
If
he
says
he
's
sick
,
he
's
sick
.
I
do
n't
mind
getting
the
car
.
"
He
left
the
office
.
Don
Corleone
watched
out
the
window
as
his
son
crossed
Ninth
Avenue
to
the
parking
lot
.
He
stopped
to
call
Hagen
's
office
but
there
was
no
answer
.
He
called
the
house
at
Long
Beach
but
again
there
was
no
answer
.
Irritated
,
he
looked
out
the
window
.
His
car
was
parked
at
the
curb
in
front
of
his
building
.
Freddie
was
leaning
against
the
fender
,
arms
folded
,
watching
the
throng
of
Christmas
shoppers
.
Don
Corleone
put
on
his
jacket
.
The
office
manager
helped
him
with
his
overcoat
.
Don
Corleone
grunted
his
thanks
and
went
out
the
door
and
started
down
the
two
flights
of
steps
.
Out
in
the
street
the
early
winter
light
was
failing
.
Freddie
leaned
casually
against
the
fender
of
the
heavy
Buick
.
When
he
saw
his
father
come
out
of
the
building
Freddie
went
out
into
the
street
to
the
driver
's
side
of
the
car
and
got
in
.
Don
Corleone
was
about
to
get
in
on
the
sidewalk
side
of
the
car
when
he
hesitated
and
then
turned
back
to
the
long
open
fruit
stand
near
the
corner
.
This
had
been
his
habit
lately
,
he
loved
the
big
out-of-season
fruits
,
yellow
peaches
and
oranges
,
that
glowed
in
their
green
boxes
.
The
proprietor
sprang
to
serve
him
.
Don
Corleone
did
not
handle
the
fruit
.
He
pointed
.
The
fruit
man
disputed
his
decisions
only
once
,
to
show
him
that
one
of
his
choices
had
a
rotten
underside
.
Don
Corleone
took
the
paper
bag
in
his
left
hand
and
paid
the
man
with
a
five-dollar
bill
.
He
took
his
change
and
,
as
he
turned
to
go
back
to
the
waiting
car
,
two
men
stepped
from
around
the
corner
.
Don
Corleone
knew
immediately
what
was
to
happen
.
