Chapter 43
REX WAS SITTING WITH Sheila, Jackie-O, and Willie Smyle from Toronto. He tried calling Donny Mancini twice, but there was no answer. Why had the red Cadillac chased me, and why was Donny there to run it off the road? He dialed once more, and again, no answer. He returned to the conversation at hand.
“All I'm saying,” Willie Smyle said, “is that you and some of the others here in the B-Lo are not what I'd consider real messengers.” He used air quotes when he said the last two words.
Rex sat forward, a few too many beers, his eye squinting, and said, “Is that so? Just because Toronto's a bigger city, how does that make you a real messenger? I mean, dreads, gauged ears, and mismatched clothes riding a fixie, is that all it takes to qualify?”
The people around made a collective
