Finding Some Wheels
April 9
Sonny didn’t have a car I could borrow. He didn’t want me in the casino any longer either. He gave me five thousand, told me to send it back to him through the Mob when I could and kicked me out. I didn’t have my clothes or anything. The Mooch handed me a pistol, though. A snub-nosed like I loved so much.
It was just now getting to be ten o’clock at night and I found a car dealer that was still open. I threw three thousand dollars at him and took the keys to a 1948 Ford Anglia from him. It was a bright canary yellow, but beggars can’t really be choosers. Neither can murderers on the run.
I took the car, gassed it up, and started driving for L.A.