CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
We hunted for the Polanski brothers. We drove for miles all over the frozen city facing a bitter north wind cold enough to freeze the cojones off a Polar Bear, looking at sites where they might hide and protect a badly wounded individual. Sites that had some kind of attachment to the Jewish faith. There were two hospitals with Jewish affiliation and three retirement homes. We checked them all.
Nothing.
Climbing into the Shelby GT 350 we were driving tonight … since we had to formally send the ‘68 Roadrunner to the junk yard for a proper burial … I sat back behind the wheel in the darkness of the car after starting the engine and turning the heater controls up as far as they would go. In front of us was our last stop of the night. We sat facing the main entrance to the
