The winter of Frankie Machine

69

Jimmy the Kid sees the two teenagers standing out in the parking lot. The boy has a cell phone in his hand.

“We’re too late,” Jimmy says. “We’re too fucking late.”

He rolls down the window. “What kind of car?”

“Are you the triple A guys?” Danny asks.

“What kind of car?”

“A ’96 Celica,” Danny says. “Silver.”

Jimmy the Kid roars off.

“We’re going to have to call my dad,” Shelly says.