"A motorcycle stops outside the hotel entrance Alphaville. A large late-model Honda. The man driving a helmet that covers the face. Leave the engine running, as if to be ready to escape in case anything happens. Tight black leather jacket and jeans. High boots. Gloves. The man takes off his helmet and left on the fuel tank. After looking around air cautious, takes off the glove of one hand and pulls out a mobile phone pocket. Press a number. He is a man in his thirties. But brown ponytail. Broad forehead, sunken cheeks, sharp look. Maintains a brief conversation. The man hangs up the phone and saved. You put the glove, wait ... take the case, puts, calls the prostitute with a gesture and it is mounted on the bike. The woman grasped with both hands. He turns, looks at Mary, look at Kaoru. You are about to say something, but best serves his automatic pistol. Give a strong pull of hands, full throttle, it goes. The test tube noise echoes majestically in the streets, late at night. "
* Haruki Murakami. After dark. Spain: Tusquets. 2008. 248 p.
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