His head almost touched the dash, his face pale, bound hands shaking behind him.“Sure, in good time.”“You’re a dead man; you know that, don’t you?” Sam glanced at him again and grinned.“You think so?”“La Salle’s a lunatic, and he loves this car more than anything. He’ll get you if it’s the last thing he does.” Marcus took a deep breath, let it out and turned to look out the window. “Trouble is, he’s going to get me too. He’ll blame me for you ambushing me like that.”“Hey, happens to the best. Person in his position should know that.”Marcus turned his head back to look at Sam.“Yeah, but like I said, he ain’t no ordinary person. He’s crazy as a bat. He cut my fingertips off for not calling him Mr. La Salle.” “You’re kidding?”“No,” Marcus said, shaking his head, eyes wide. “He smashed the Caddy coming out the gate,” Sam said.“Yeah. That’ll be my fault too, but this car is going to be the big problem.”Sam looked at the polished wood on the dash.
