Chapter 40
TRAFFIC WAS STOPPED at a traffic signal blocks from the steel plant. Cars hummed at the red light as Rex zoomed by on his bike.
“Sonofabitch! It’s that damn bike messenger!” one of the drivers yelled. It was Victor Ragu in his red Cadillac.
Rex was heading north back towards Buffalo. There were three cars in front of Ragu, and he wanted to get out. He made a fast right turn and followed Rex. He laid on his horn, and the cars in front of him moved. Rex was racing back to the city and was a block and a half ahead of Ragu.
“Goddamnit!” Ragu yelled, stuck behind a couple of slow-moving cars on this 55 mph stretch of highway. He blared his horn until a sliver of light opened, and he swerved around the cars to close in on an unsuspecting Rex.
While pedaling, Rex mentally calculat
