"Out of all the fucking times!" Chuckie's voice was immensely loud, as he could hear wild sirens in the distance. "Shit! This Dripper's trying to bring us trouble!"
Holt followed the gangster towards a four door dark gray four seater car. He recognized it as a fancy vehicle, from an equally fancy brand: Highsmith Automobiles. The car had chrome wheels, and it's dark gray paint job still managed to shine even under the dark.
He saw Chuckie get into the passenger seat, and shutting it, then the gangster brought his head out from the window. "Come on Sally!" he yelled out to Sal who was running behind Holt. "Get a move on!"
"I'm fucking trying to dammit!" Martino yelled. Running wasn't his forte. He wasn't the biggest man on the planet, but he may as well be the biggest man in Oyster Bay.
