TWENTY-SIX
BROOKLYN, NEW YORKTwo men had seen Chester, the black woman, and the white-haired black man go through the entrance to Ebbets Field. They had no choice but to wait it out in the squad car.
Two hours later, Vince Basser leaned forward from the passenger seat. “That’s him.”
“There’s only two of them,” said the Brooklyn cop. “Where’d the old guy go?”
“Search me. He doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s the kid I want.”
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The stale street air greeted the couple. Chester was still in a daze from the Rickey interview. Montreal! The top Dodgers farm team! A bonus of over three thousand dollars! The majors was only two years off for him and Robinson! It was too good to be true.
Agnes and Chester settled into a slow stroll through the busy Brooklyn street in the direction of the tunn
