Chapter Seven
Bluff and Bullshit
The din of city traffic took a long time to fade, but eventually did replaced by the quiet hum of the barracuda’s engine, the subtle vibration of power and the murmur of Parnell’s and Marlena’s voices. We were heading out of town and, by their muttered conversation, north toward Connecticut.
Whenever we stopped for traffic signals in the city things up front got real quiet. I suppose Marlena and Parnell were worried that some ordinary person in a cross walk might glance in from the front and see two hooded people in the backseat. But no one did (at least I don’t think so judging by the sporadic pair of relieved sighs up front). Once we cleared the streets and got on the highway we didn’t stop until we neared our destination.
We drove probably a couple
