CHAPTER SEVEN
Traffic into New York
City-was snarled and the low-slung Ferrari followed by the Cadillac convertible inched its way slowly over the Triboro bridge. Behind the wheel, his face bearing the marks of a recent beating was Wallace. Next to him sat Jacqueline who was squeezed in the bucket seat with Bertini. She did not dare steal a glance at the man; she stared straight ahead, regretting with all her heart that she had not remained loyal to Alan. This, she concluded was one hell of a day, a disillusioning day. First, stupidly relinquishing her virginity. Then, finding out that Wallace was a fink, flat broke and in hock up to his eyeballs with this gangster.
Now and then Bertini would look up into the rear view mirror to check if Vicki was following in the Cadillac. Crushed up a
