Крестный отец

           ThemenwereAmerigoBonasera,NazorinetheBaker,AnthonyCoppolaandLucaBrasi.Withherusualalertintelligencesheremarkedonthefactthatthesefourmendidnotseemparticularlyhappy.Michaelsmiled."No,they’renot,"hesaid."They’rewaitingtoseemyfatherinprivate.Theyhavefavorstoask."AndindeeditwaseasytoseethatallfourmenconstantlyfollowedtheDonwiththeireyes.

           AsDonCorleonestoodgreetingguests,ablackChevroletsedancametoastoponthefarsideofthepavedmall.Twomeninthefrontseatpullednotebooksfromtheirjacketsand,withnoattemptatconcealment,jotteddownlicensenumbersoftheothercarsparkedaroundthemall.Sonnyturnedtohisfatherandsaid,"Thoseguysovertheremustbecops."

           DonCorleoneshrugged."Idon’townthestreet.Theycandowhattheyplease."

           Sonny’sheavyCupidfacegrewredwithanger."Thoselousybastards,theydon’trespectanything."Heleftthestepsofthehouseandwalkedacrossthemalltowheretheblacksedanwasparked.Hethrusthisfaceangrilyclosetothefaceofthedriver,whodidnotflinchbutflappedopenhiswallettoshowagreenidentificationcard.Sonnysteppedbackwithoutsayingaword.Hespatsothatthespittlehitthebackdoorofthesedanandwalkedaway.Hewashopingthedriverwouldgetoutofthesedanandcomeafterhim,onthemall,butnothinghappened.Whenhereachedthestepshesaidtohisfather,"ThoseguysareFBImen.They’retakingdownallthelicensenumbers.Snottybastards."