He looked more than a bit off his feed. “Late night?” Cook asked. “Don’t ask,” came the muttered reply. The well-dressed man nodded at Cook. “Christy Walsh,” he said. “Yeah, yeah,” Babe said. He worked a toothpick into his rear molars, then looked at the toothpick to gauge his success. “Christy helps with business stuff. He and Ruppert, you know, they talk the same lingo.” He waved the toothpick vaguely. “Let’s get this show on the road.” On the sidewalk, a shiny doorman held out a key for Babe while Walsh let out a low whistle. A cream-colored coupe with black trim sat at the curb. Its top down, the roadster sparkled in the sunlight. Walsh stepped slowly down the car’s length, stopping to touch the winged hood ornament. “I’ve heard about the Duesenberg,” Walsh said. “She’s something else. Smart how they made it so you need a key to start it. It’d be a hell of a temptation to hop into this baby and find some empty road.” Babe beamed at the car.
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