In the back lot sat a shiny, new, pumpkin-orange 1977 El Dorado Cadillac coupe. It was as big as a battleship. 

Joe rose to his feet and clapped. “That’s a classic! I mean, it’s vintage. How do you keep it in such great condition?” 

“What are you talking about?” Aldo said. “It’s only a few weeks old.” 

Chief gave Joe a look that said, “Shut your big fat mouth.” Chief wasn’t sure if delivering pizza for a bunch of ’70s mob thugs was that great of an idea, but he needed Aldo’s car to help him find those two boys and the Ching, so they’d have to make it work. 

Chief took a big bite out of his pizza and said, “Let’s ride.” 

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