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The first place I head for is Grant's dealership. Sure, it's close by and convenient. But mostly, I wanna see the look on the guy's face. I walk in with the Ray Ban Wayfarers, the dark tailored suit, black tie, white shirt and expensive leather shoes Christine bought to spruce me up.
After all, when you're guarding a Hollywood star, you have to look the part.
I head straight for the red Chevy Camaro.
In the mob world, it'd be seen as ostentatious. Drawing attention. In these parts, it's called fitting in.
Besides, the money I'm spending is straight money. The old rules don't apply.
Grant hops up from behind his desk, ditching a half-eaten sub. He realises he's got a napkin tucked into his shirt at the last moment, rips it from his collar and screws it up in a pocket.
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