I found him at a used-car lot on Bruckner Boulevard in the Bronx, wiping snow from the automobile bargains with a plastic scraper. The boss was drinking coffee in the shed nearby, Guido said. The boss must have been not only of the old school but its president emeritus, for all the time we talked Guido pretended he was conning a potential buyer.
“How about this Chevy?” he said, and “Yeah, I can get you an equalizer. I ask you, ever see anything like it? 1946 model and only forty-seven thousand miles.”
“It looks like a real beauty. I was hoping you could have it for me some time today.”
“I’ll try. Don’t like the Chevys, huh?”
“I was looking for something with class. A pre-war Caddy or something, but cheap. If you can get hold of a sap too, I’d be much obliged.”
“Have you found somethin
