chapter 32

somewhere to hide

Joe put his hand up, shielding his eyes from the blinding lights of the police cruiser, and Chief rested his head on the steering wheel; whether he was in complete dejection or in deep thought Joe wasn’t sure, but he guessed the latter. 

“Whatcha thinking about, Chief?” Chief raised his head off the wheel as if it weighed fifty pounds and looked over at Joe. 

“I’m thinking that if there was one person I would want to get stuck in 1978 with, it wouldn’t be you.” 

“Come on now, Chief,” Joe said, patting him on the back. “We’ll figure a way out of this.” 

“Oh really, you think so, Joe? We’re a couple of Chinese guys driving a mafia-owned Cadillac and we have no license or any kind of identification for that matter.”

Chief gestured at his suit pants and shirt and back at Joe. “Oh, and we’re dressed exactly the same. Sure, Joe, we’ll figure something out.”

Joe was going to respond, but right then a police officer tapped on Chief’s window with his flashlight. Chief rolled down the window and Joe leaned over, dropping his head so he could see the policeman.

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