CHAPTER 26A dark green Cadillac raced by a solitary sign posted beside the highway, on an open, rolling plain hemmed by a modest mountain range. The sign read: "Bonusville. Population: 631." Amy Gold drove while Bill Henry dozed. Both wore casual clothes. Gold decided to fight her own drowsiness by annoying her partner.
"If you didn't want us to look like Feds right off, why didn't you get a different car?"
Henry spoke without opening his eyes, "What's wrong with the car?"
"It reeks of official business," Amy answered as if to state the obvious. "Nobody but a straight-laced government agent would drive one this color."
"The Cosa Nostra would," Henry barked, his eyes remaining closed.
"I never thought of that," Amy said sarcastically. "At least we have a cover, now."
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