In the black car, Sal drove slowly, constantly checking the rearview mirror, making sure the orange Caddy was still following them. 

“What do you keep lookin’ at, Sally?” Antone asked, his hands folded calmly in his lap. 

“Ant, we’re in the business of following people,” Sal replied, “not them following us. I don’t think this is a very good—” 

“Sally, Sally, Sally. Don’t be nervous. When we go left here, hit the brakes hard, and let let them go.” 

“But, Ant, how do you know they gonna—” ERRRRRRTTTTTTT! The orange Caddy peeled to the right and burst past them, flying down the street. 

“Foot on the brake, Sally,” Antone intoned. “Stay right here, let ‘em go.” 

The orange Caddy disappeared down the street. “Ant, we told the boss we’d stay on ’em and you’re letting ’em go?” 

Antone smiled and tapped his nose again. “Just circle the block, Sal. Vito’s around the corner. They won’t get very far.” 

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