After Emmett Dalton had raced past him in a hijacked Ford, Melvin Purvis had jumped back into his own vehicle, with Redd now driving. Melvin was clinging to the Tommy gun tightly now, and his teeth were chattering. He wasn’t afraid—no, he was excited now, perhaps the most excited he’d ever been.
excitedThey drove for a moment, gaining speed, before they saw the stolen automobile ahead, swerving in and out of traffic.
“I’m gonna try and take him here,” said Melvin.
Redd turned to him. “Here? It’s awfully goddamn busy here, boss.”
Here?“Maybe, but it all stops today.”
Emmett was weaving in and out of traffic, pushing the automobile up to its max at sixty-five miles per hour. He almost got nailed by oncoming traffic several times, but always managed to find his way back into his own lane
