Chapter 10
Geech drove the used car off the lot in Meridian, Mississippi. He turned right when Scarpo said to, and drove with all the car's windows rolled down, for this one wasn't air-conditioned. The car was clunky and vibrated, a seven-year-old Chevy that had seen better days.
"We could have rented a smaller car," he said. "Right there where we put the Continental in for a checkup. The Hertz job would be with air, and it'd have a local plate, too."
Scarpo said, "I can take this fuckin' heat, you can, too. I didn't rent no car because that meant we could be traced the same way the broad got traced. She turned in the car here and since there ain't no trains, they took the bus. Shuba, where else? It's about forty miles south of here, her grandma's home town. It's good that broads are sentimental."
"But what the hell we do with this clunker after we find the chicks? Sell it back?"
Scarpo leaned his head out the window so the air could blow over it. When he pulled it back in he said, "Yeah, but not to no used car lot; to one of them blacks for a few bucks-few enough so he thinks it's hot and keeps his mouth shut. That's better than runnin' it into a river or something. Man, only forty miles to go."
Geech said, "It wasn't all that tough, finding them. I could have done it by myself."
Head back on the seat, eyes closed, Scarpo didn't say anything. The wind felt good on his face and he thought of flying back with the job done and the money in hand, on a different plane than the one this mouthy kid would ride.