The guy called him back an hour-and-a-half later. “You recruiting street talent from colleges now, Toothpick?” “Stop talking bullshit. What d’ya see?” “It’s pretty quiet out there, being summertime and all. Got a security guard old as Methuselah driving ‘round in a golf cart. You want me to hang ...
He drove to Philadelphia and found Peter Hood’s street at 11 p.m. He drove past the house and looked for the Lincoln Towncar he’d chased back in Maryland, but it was nowhere in sight. He continued down the street, made a right turn, and circled back toward the house. C...