IT wasn't the kind of transport he would previously have associated with Tom Black.Physically, he was a big, powerful man. Costa looked at the man's shaken, lost face in the mirror as they pulled away. He seemed different now Josh Jonah was gone. Uncertain of himself. Desperate. Black had to struggle with his shaking hands to take out the card to get them through the toll gates on the southern end of the bridge.“What do you want?” Costa asked, then listened and found himself in fantasy land.Tom Black had a list, one so ludicrous it was impossible to know how to begin the task of bringing him down to reality. He wanted immunity from prosecution. He wanted access to his frozen funds. A lawyer before being asked any questions by the police. A phone call to his mother in Colorado. Finally…The figure in the front seat turned round and looked at Costa hopefully, with an ingenuous schoolkid's hope in his eyes.“I have a ticket for the premiere tomorrow. I want to be there.”Costa shook his head and laughed, aware of the scared young eyes watching him.“You find this funny?”
