Six blocks. He made sure they followed him for six blocks. The tortuous route down busy and not-so-busy city streets wound up in a part of town filled with old tenement housing and trash-filled empty spaces between rambling brick apartment buildings. Eyeing the big Mercedes following him, Smitty built up a ten- to fifteen-second lead in front of the car trailing him before turning and momentarily disappearing from view. When the Mercedes turned onto the street to continue the pursuit, they instead hit the brakes hard, making tires chirp in protest at the sudden demand to stop.
The black CTS-V Caddy was sitting in the middle of the street with the car door open, the rear trunk lid high in the air and the brake lights blinking bright red in a numbing staccato fashion. The interior dome ligh
