[Aldo]
My blood is still pumping even as we drive down to the docks twenty minutes later. My flesh is crawling around my body, and I’ve barely said a peep since we joined with the Colombino’s.
Neither of us have. The last attempt was close.
Really f*****g close.
All I’ve been thinking about is, what the f**k has Andre been up to? What is he not telling me? I’m chewing my damn lip off thinking about it!
I follow the other cars on autopilot. But soon we’re down among the old brick warehouses of Brooklyn and headed near the old Navy yard. There’s scrap metal everywhere, and I can practically feel the grease in the air.
Dawn is staring out the window, she looks troubled too.
I shouldn’t have let the thing about her brother slip…
“It was f*****g close, hey?” I say, hoping to dissipat
