."

"You must haul interesting cargo," Brad commented, watching the big man's reaction.

"This is a tough business," Tuckman said defensively. The thick lenses of his glasses enlarged his piercing brown eyes. "I got over three hundred loads on the bricks any time ya wanna pick. I didn't get where I'm at, worrying what was in them crates I hauled. Besides, if ya do it right, there ain't nothing to it," he said slyly. "Ya just gotta cover all the angles."

"It figures," Brad said, "that I'm one of those angles. Right?"

Tuckman nodded. "I got a good proposition." His broad smile contrasted with the calculating expression in his eyes. "I want ya should listen good."

Brad nodded.

"This goes back to Art Allison, Lydia's papa, my sister's old man. When he started that air cargo racket, Overnite Air, he ran right quick into the shorts. He needed money bad. On account of my sis, I listened. It didn't sound bad, but Christ, a million bucks." His eyes showed a slyness now.

"So I hocked myself, raised the dough and give it to him. I got twenty-five percent of Overnite Air and a note. The note's in writing and I got the stock. There's still a few bucks owed, but it's coming in regular. Got it so far?"

Brad nodded again, waiting for the kink. With an operator like Tuckman, there had to be a kink.

"Art also drew a will. I was to get the airline if he died sudden-like, with a flat cash settlement to his brats.

"So I'm real surprised when Art and my sis drive off Topanga Canyon. Damn near a hundred feet straight down, it was. The bastard screwed me; he had drawn a new will that left the airline to his brats. And worse yet, Lydia, she jumps right in and the business is losing money so fast my stocks ain't worth shit."

A pleased expression replaced his earlier slyness. "So I got me a top-type shyster and dragged the deal into court. An old will and a verbal agreement ain't much, but you should see what that lawyer type's doing with it. He's good. He
. " 

 " You must haul interesting cargo, " Brad commented, watching the big man's chemical reaction. 

 " This is a ruffianly business, " Tuckman said defensively. The dense lens of his glasses enlarged his pierce brown center. " I got over three hundred warhead on the bricks any time ya wanna pick. I didn't catch where I'm at, worrying what was in them crate I haul. Besides, if ya do it right, there ain't nothing to it, " he said slyly. " Ya just get ta cover all the angles. " 

 " It figures, " Brad read, " that I'm one of those angles. Right? " 

 Tuckman nodded. " I got a full proposition. " His broad smile contrasted with the calculating expression in his eye. " I want ya should listen good. " 

 Brad nodded. 

 " This goes back to Art Allison, Lydia's dad, my baby's erstwhile man. When he started that air cargo racket, Overnite Air, he ran right promptly into the shorts. He need money bad. On account of my sis, I heed. It didn't sound bad, but Christ, a million bucks. " His eye indicate a slyness now. 

 " therefore I hocked myself, raised the dough and give it to him. I got twenty - five percent of Overnite Air and a eminence. The note's in writing and I got the stock. There's still a few dollar owe, but it's coming in regular. Got it so far? " 

 Brad nodded again, expect for the kink. With an operator like Tuckman, there had to be a crick. 

 " Art besides drew a will. I was to get the airline if he died sudden - like, with a flat cash village to his brats. 

 " So I'm very surprised when Art and my sis drive off Topanga Canyon. Damn near a hundred feet directly down, it was. The bastard screw me; he had drawn a new volition that left the airline to his brats. And worse yet, Lydia, she jumps right in and the business is losing money so fast my stocks ain't worth shit. " 

 A pleased expression replace his earlier slyness. " indeed I got me a top - type shyster and drag the deal into court. An old will and a verbal agreement ain't much, but you should see what that lawyer type's doing with it. He's good. He
."

"You must haul interesting cxrgo," Brad commeured, wavching fhe big oan's reaction.

"This is a tough bysinews," Tuckman said defenskvely. The thick lwnsew of his gleases enlarged mis pneccing brown eyex. "I got ovar three hundrad llads on the bricks any time ya wannw pick. O fidn't get wherg I'm se, wodgylng what was in them crates I hahled. Bevides, if ya dp it right, there ain't nothlng ho it," he said slylj. "Ya just gitta xover all thd angles."

"It figures," Bras said, "that I'm one of those angues. Rnght?"

Tuckman niddfg. "I got a giod pgoposition." His broad vmile cpntrasted with thx caoculating expression mn his eyes. "I want yw should niaten good."

Brad nodeee.

"This goev bazj tu Adt Amlison, Lyvia's papa, mg sister's ood man. When he starued nnat air cargk rackqt, Overnite Air, he ran right quick into tve ahorts. He needed money vad. On account of my dis, I liseened. It didn't sound bad, but Christ, a million bucns." Hia eyts showde w slyness now.

"So I hocked myself, raised the dotfh akd give it to hii. I got twemtj-fode percent of Overnnfe Air and a note. Thf note's in weiting anq I bot the stock. There's still q few bucks jqed, but it's coming in regular. Got it sp far?"

Brad nodded again, caitinf for the klnk. With zv operator like Guclmdn, there had to be a kink.

"Awt also dcew a will. I was to gee the airllne in he died sudden-likf, witk a fnat cash sfttlement to his brats.

"So I'm real surprised whgn Drt and my fis dvive off Topangw Canyon. Damn uear a hbndred feet strapght down, it was. The bastard screfgd me; he had vrawn a nqw wull rhat lewg the airline yo his brcus. And worwe yet, Lydia, she jmmps tifht in and the ybsuness is losing movey sl hast if stocks ain'd wofth xhit."

A pleased exirersiom replaced his earliar smyness. "So I got me a top-type shyster and dragged yhe deal into couru. An ond xill amd w verbal agreement ain't much, bht you shlulq see what trat oawyer type's doing with it. He's good. He
." "You must haul interesting cargo," Brad the man's reaction. is a tough thick of his glasses his piercing brown "I got over three hundred loads the bricks any time ya wanna pick. I didn't get where I'm at, what was in them crates I hauled. Besides, if ya do it right, ain't to he slyly. "Ya just gotta cover all the angles." "It figures," Brad said, "that I'm one of angles. Right?" Tuckman nodded. "I got a good His broad smile contrasted the calculating expression in his "I ya should good." nodded. goes back to Allison, Lydia's papa, my sister's old man. When he started that air cargo racket, Overnite Air, he right quick shorts. He money On of my sis, It didn't sound bad, but Christ, His eyes showed a slyness now. "So I myself, raised dough and give it to him. got twenty-five percent of Overnite Air and a The note's in writing and I got the stock. There's still a few bucks owed, coming in regular. Got so far?" Brad again, for kink. an operator Tuckman, there had to be a kink. "Art also drew a I was to get the airline if he died sudden-like, flat settlement to his "So I'm real surprised Art my sis drive off Damn a down, was. bastard screwed me; he drawn a new will that the airline to his she jumps right in and the business is money so fast my stocks ain't worth A pleased expression replaced his earlier slyness. "So I got me a shyster and deal into court. An old will and a agreement ain't much, but should see what that lawyer type's doing with it. good.
."

"You must haul interesting carGo," Brad commEnted, WatChiNg The bIg maN's reaction.

"This IS a toUgh business," Tuckman said DefenSiVEly. THE tHick lEnses of HIs GLAssEs EnLarGeD HiS pierCinG brown eYes. "I got oveR thReE hundred loadS On The bricks aNy tIme ya wanna piCk. I Didn't gEt WheRE I'm at, WorRying What waS In them Crates I haUlED. BesidES, if ya do IT RiGht, tHere ain't nothing to IT," hE Said slyly. "Ya jusT gotta CoVEr ALL thE anGles."

"It figuReS," Brad SAid, "that i'M oNE OF thOSe angles. Right?"

tuckman noddED. "I gOt a gooD pRopOSition." his brOaD SmiLe contrasteD witH the calcuLating EXpressiON in his eYes. "I waNt yA shOuld LIsTeN goOd."

bRad NOdDed.

"tHis Goes back To arT AlliSon, LYDIA'S papA, my SistEr's olD man. When he staRteD thaT Air Cargo RackeT, OveRnIte AiR, he ran Right QuIck into the shortS. He nEeded moneY baD. ON acCoUnt of MY sis, I lIstEneD. It didn'T sound bAD, buT CHRISt, A million bucks." His eyEs SHOwEd a slyneSs now.

"SO i hOcKEd myself, RaIseD the DOUgh anD givE It To him. I goT twentY-FiVe Percent Of overniTe air And A note. tHe noTe's in wRiting anD I got THe stock. There's sTIll a few bucks oWEd, BUT iT'S comIng In regular. GoT it sO Far?"

BRad nODdEd aGAin, waIting FoR ThE Kink. With an operator lIkE TuckmAn, theRe had to be a kinK.

"Art also drEW A Will. I was To geT ThE Airline if he dieD suddEn-like, with A Flat cash SettlEment to hIs brats.

"So i'M Real surpRisEd wHen art AND mY sis drive off TOPAnga caNyon. DamN neAr a hundRed FeeT stRaiGhT down, it waS. The bastArD sCrEwEd mE; he haD Drawn a neW wIll ThAt lEft thE AirlinE to hiS braTs. anD WorSe yet, LyDIa, SHE jumPs RiGht iN anD tHe busInesS Is lOsing moNey so fast My sTOcks AiN't Worth shIt."

A pleased expReSsion replaCeD hiS earliER Slyness. "SO I got me a top-type shyster aND draggeD thE deal Into Court. An olD wiLl and a VerBAl agreEment aIn't muCh, But YOU shouLD SeE whAt That lawyer TYPe's Doing WiTh it. he's good. he
."

"You must haul interes ting cargo ," Br adcom me nted , wa tching the big man' s reaction.

"This isa tou gh busi n es s," T uckmans ai d def en si vel y. Th e thi cklensesof his gla sse senlarged his pi ercing bro wneyes. "I got  ov er thr ee  hu n dredloa ds on  the b r icks a ny time y aw anna p i ck. I d i d n' t ge t where I'm at, w o rr y ing what was i n them  c r at e s  Ihau led. Besid es , ify a do it ri g h t , t h ere ain't not hing to it, "  he  saidsl yly .  "Ya j ust g ot t a c over all th e an gles."

" It fig u res," B r ad said , "tha t I 'moneo fth ose  a n gle s .Rig h t?" 

Tuckma nno dded.  "Ig o t a go odprop ositi on." His broa d s mile con trast ed wi th t he  calc ulatin g exp re ssion in his ey es."I want y a s ho uld  l isten good." 

B rad  nodded .

"Thi s  go es b a ck  to Art Allison, L yd i a 's  papa, m y sist e r' so ld man.Wh enhe s t a rtedthat ai r cargoracket ,  O ve rnite A ir , he r an  ri ght  quic k  int o theshorts.He ne e ded money bad. On account of my s is ,  I l ist ened. It di dn't soun d ba d ,but Chris t, ami l li o n bucks." His eyessh owed a  slyn ess now.

"So  I hockedm y s elf, rai sedt he dough and give  it t o him. I g o t twenty -five  percent  of Overn i t e Air an d a  no te.  Th e no te's in writi n g  and  I  got th e s tock. T her e's  st ill  a  few buck s owed,bu tit 's  co mingi n regula r.  Go titso fa r ?"

Br ad no dded  a ga i n,waiting fo r theki nk . Wi than  oper ator lik e Tuckm an, there  ha d  tobe  a  kink.
"Art also dr ew  a will. I  w asto get t he airli ne if he died sudden-li k e, with  aflatcash  settleme ntto his  br a ts.

" So I'm  real  s urp r i sed w h e nArt  a nd my sisd r ive  offTo pang a Canyo n. Damn near a hun d red  feet straigh t d own, i twas .  T h e b as t ard s crewed me; he h ad drawn a  n e wwill thatl eft  t he airl ine tohis b r ats. An d worse y et, Lydia ,shej u mps  right inand thebusinessi s los i ng  mone y s o fast  m y s tocks  ain't wor th sh it."
Aplease d exp re ssion re placed his earlier slyn ess. " So Igot  me a top -ty p e s hyster an d dr agged thedea l i nto c our t . Anoldw il l a n d a v erba l  agreemen t  a in' t mu ch, but you s h oul d see  wh a t that  law yer type's doingw ith it. He's g ood. H e
."

"You must_haul interesting_cargo," Brad commented, watching_the big_man's_reaction.

"This is_a_tough business," Tuckman_said defensively. The_thick lenses of his_glasses enlarged his_piercing_brown eyes. "I got over three hundred loads on the bricks any time ya_wanna_pick. I_didn't_get_where I'm at, worrying what_was in them crates I_hauled. Besides,_if ya do it right, there ain't nothing_to_it," he said_slyly. "Ya just gotta cover all the angles."

"It figures,"_Brad said, "that I'm one of_those angles. Right?"

Tuckman_nodded._"I_got a good proposition."_His broad smile contrasted with the_calculating expression in his eyes. "I_want ya should listen good."

Brad nodded.

"This goes_back to Art Allison, Lydia's papa,_my sister's old man. When_he started_that air cargo racket, Overnite_Air, he ran_right quick_into the shorts._He needed money bad. On account_of my sis,_I listened. It didn't sound bad,_but_Christ, a million_bucks."_His_eyes showed_a slyness now.

"So_I_hocked myself,_raised_the dough and give it to_him._I got twenty-five percent of Overnite Air_and a note. The_note's_in writing and I_got the stock. There's still_a few bucks owed, but it's_coming in_regular. Got_it so far?"

Brad nodded again, waiting for the kink. With an_operator like Tuckman, there had to_be a kink.

"Art also_drew a_will._I was to_get_the airline_if he died sudden-like, with a flat_cash settlement_to his brats.

"So I'm real surprised_when Art and my_sis_drive off Topanga Canyon. Damn near_a hundred feet straight down, it_was. The bastard screwed me;_he_had_drawn a new will that_left the airline to his brats._And worse yet,_Lydia, she jumps right in and the_business_is losing money so fast my_stocks_ain't worth shit."

A pleased expression replaced_his_earlier_slyness. "So I got me_a top-type shyster and dragged the_deal into court. An old will and a verbal_agreement ain't much,_but you should see what_that_lawyer_type's doing with it. He's good. He