“Pete Thompson.” Nick Rapelli trembled, repeating his new name.
“Right. Get used to it. Car’s outside. Move!” The agent led Rapelli out the porch door.
Rapelli slid into the back of the sedan. “I can’t thank you boys enough. Where are we going?”
The driver answered, staring ahead, “Rainbow City.”
A cold, paralyzing fear hit Rapelli. “Rainbow City? You mean where they found Oscar Mazzarelli encased in cement …???”
“You win the prize, big man —- for fingering Tony Gardello and sending him to Leavenworth, you win big.”
The car returned from Rainbow City five minutes early —- and minus one nervous passenger.
(photo courtesy of Roger Bultot)
Wow! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I’m sure the Queen is speechless since I didn’t inform her. But, now that the world has slowed down to MY level, I thought I’d occupy my time with better things.
How is everybody?