The Sour Lemon Score by Richard Stark

 


Score gone sour.

Parker and three other outlaws - Weiss, Andrews, Uhl - pull off a bank robbery with perfect execution: preparation, at the bank itself, getaway, all textbook. Of course, there's no academic textbook on how to rob a bank but if such a textbook existed, the author could use this heist as a case study - how to do it right without getting caught.

But then it happens: the boys reach their farmhouse hideout twenty miles from town and are about to sit down at the kitchen table to divvy up the loot when young, feisty George Uhl shoots Weiss in the head. Uhl then shoots Andrews. Uhl doesn't shoot Parker 'cause Parker dives through the window and runs behind the barn.

Parker would square off against George Uhl right then and there if he had a gun. But, as bad luck has it, when Parker crashed through the window and rolled on the ground, his pistol fell out of its holster. All Parker can do now is make a dash for the woods and leave George and the money for later.

Thus, The Sour Lemon Score is the tale of a manhunt, Parker hunting George Uhl across the Midwest and then up and down the East Coast, from New York City to Alexandria, Virginia. Special call-out for Parker's durable green Pontiac.

Many Westlake/Stark aficionados judge Sour Lemon as one of the top novels in the series - reasons include the variety of colorful and sometimes dangerous characters, examination of underlying psychology and motivation propelling men and women to do what they do, sharp sketches, especially in Part 3 where point-of-view rotates through six different players.

I myself became totally absorbed. Once I started listening to the 4-hour audio book while taking my evening walk, I simply couldn't stop. Oh, Donald E. Westlake! You propelled me into walking nonstop for hours. Enjoyed every minute.

As Parker makes the rounds, he comes in contact with an old lady selling guns under the table in her antique shop, the owner of a Greenwich Village record store who is openly gay, a jaded hipster babe on Manhattan's Upper West Side, a crook living the lifestyle of a typical suburban businessman, a heister with a sadistic streak, a beauty running her own dance/physical fitness studio and eventually (background music to build suspense) George Uhl.

Ah, George Uhl. I think we've all met this type of dude. In high school he might have been the class clown but he definitely was the cool slicker, the one who knew all the angles, the smooth-talking teenage con artist, they guy who claimed to get all the chicks and who could usually swindle and cheat his way into getting much of everything else he wanted. Hard word? No way, José! He knew he could use a certain kind of smarts to outflank the hardest workers, even if it meant skirting the law. Books and school? Are you kidding! What a waste of time.

So there he is, George Uhl, age 31, tall, thin, receding black hair, working his sixth heist. George is the driver for the bank robbery and George is being unusually jumpy - a real case of nerves. Meanwhile, Parker is in the back seat and wonders if George's nerves will sour the whole job, if George's jumpiness will cause George to race away in the car, leaving all three of them stranded when they run out of the bank. Parker is getting this weird negative vibe from George but Parker hasn't worked with Uhl before so lets it go.

Oh, Parker. If you only knew what was really causing George Uhl to sweat all over - George, you see, knows all along that this job is THE job, his big chance to score all the cash. Hey, unlike the past five jobs, there are only three other chumps with him on this one. All George has to do is POW! POW! POW! - shoot the other three suckers dead and all the dough, every single dollar, is his.

As it turned out, after he leaves the farmhouse with all the loot, George Uhl thinks maybe he should have shot Parker first. Nah. He did it right. It was only dumb luck that Parker managed to jump out of that window. But lady luck turned him a favor - Parker dropped his gun when he ran for the hills.

"But it wasn't all that bad. Parker and Uhl didn't know each other, so how could Parker make trouble for him later on even if he wanted to? And besides, since Uhl was going to leave him unarmed and on foot out here, he was more than likely to be picked up by the cops. Let Parker do twenty years in a federal pen somewhere and then come looking for Uhl."

There's no doubt you're a slick dude, George. But you just might find out the hard way what it means to underestimate Parker.

How hard? Read all about it in The Sour Lemon Score.


American author Donald E. Westlake, 1933-2008

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