Chapter 33
At five past eight, Knife drove by. Hanging back a short ways was the black Cadillac and a short distance behind him was one of Knutson's officers. Five car lengths behind him was an older Ford Fairlane and then about a quarter mile behind him was his second officer. Knutson fell into line staying back another quarter mile.
Howard Knife left early enough so that he could surprise Shelfly. He drove only slightly above the speed limit, not wanting to be pulled over. About ten miles out, he noticed the Caddie. It looked like the same one that had pulled up to his work site about a month earlier. The hulking lump of a man had approached him with only a few words. “We want our money,” is all he had said and then drove away. A day later, he was able to hand over a substantia
