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6 1/2×52 Habano
Chapter 2 ~Undaunted~
Chicago (Winter 1958)
The first call I made was to an old friend on the West Coast; Jack Santos but I affectionately called him Turtle. His Pops used to call him that when he picked us up from school because I’d race him to the car and Jack never could beat me. Turtle only had one speed until there was blood in the air, then he turned on the jets and was as tough as nails. I needed a friend I could count on and with some muscle…Turtle checked both the boxes.
While I had Turtle on the line there was one more question I had to ask but was dreading. “Hey Turtle, can your Pops put me in touch with Robandro”, there was a lengthy pause from Turtle as he knew it wasn’t so much a question as an idea that I needed him to back me up on. He then says, “You sure about this”, again not really a question, more like a final warning that I could not unring this bell. I had no choice, so all I said was, “Yes” and hung up the phone.
I started walking towards my next destination; Lucky Strike Motors on the North End. Jimmy “Lucky” Luccini was a friend of the family and could hot wire anything with an engine. I needed wheels, the faster the better. The road to redemption would not be paved with gold but instead caked in blood…I’m just getting started!
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