His stomach felt queasy and a headache was in full bloom. He had just sat down when Luis pulled up to the curb in a red Ford Mustang. He turned off the car and got out, his right arm outstretched, a key ring dangling from his forefinger. A gold chain circled his neck and a broad smile lit his face. His mood had changed considerably since that morning, and Frank could see why. “Hop in,” said Luis, handing Frank the keys. “I want you to drive. Enjoy yourself! Get a feel for what a new car is like.” “Are you crazy? You’re taking this thing to Newark? You might as well just paint a target on our backs.” Luis laughed. “Where’s your sense of adventure? You’ve done more dangerous things than this. Loosen up. Have some fun!” “I’ve done more dangerous things. But I didn’t do them for fun. Whose car is this anyway?” “Whose car do you think it is? Don’t be such a worrywart. Just get in—relax.” Frank opened the door and settled himself into the driver’s seat.
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