The Mafia Philosopher: Two Tonys by Shaun Attwood

Author:Shaun Attwood [Attwood, Shaun]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Gadfly Press
Published: 2018-07-19T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

My daughter laughed at the 1970s suit I left prison in. She could talk! Niki’s pink hair and punk style freaked me out. Not to mention how much she’d grown now that she was in her late teens. To try and compensate for my absence in her life, I moved into a house in Phoenix, so I’d be near to where she lived with her mom. Even though I’d served five years, I’d gotten away with so much serious crime, it was time to retire from that lifestyle and become a worker ant. I got a job as a salesman at a dealership run by a Mexican. I hooked Niki up with a car from there. Niki came and hung out at the house a lot. We’d watch talk shows like The Arsenio Hall Show. I got a medium-sized brown dog, Dancer, a mix of chow and coyote. I loved Dancer. She was so loyal. If anyone came snooping around, she’d let me know. Things were fine that first year.

A guy I met at work, Pat, asked if I’d ride up to Tucson with him to auction a car. I was meeting my daughter that day, so I told him sure, as long as we could take Niki. Pat had gangsteritis, but he was a wannabe who didn’t have no backbone.

In case you have gangsteritis, I’m gonna give you some advice. Most of the gangster groupies I knew were preyed on by real gangsters. One did a swan dive off the roof of the Pioneer Hotel without a parachute. Keep your day jobs, folks.

Pat drove. I was in the passenger seat, Niki in the back. We’d been on the freeway for about thirty minutes when I said, “Hey, Pat, I’m sure that car behind has been following us since Phoenix.”

Niki looked back at the car. “Hey, Dad, I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, honey. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Is this car stolen?” Niki asked.

“No,” I said. “Ain’t that right, Pat?” Pat glanced over with an expression that suggested something was wrong.

Near Casa Grande, the police had blocked off both sides of the freeway ’cause a cop had recently pulled someone over and got shot dead. A helicopter was out and news crews. All of the cars on the freeway had stopped.

“Holy shit!” Niki said.

As we approached the traffic, the car behind us put its police lights on.

“What’s going on?” Niki asked. She looked terrified.

“Just do as they say,” I said.

I knew something heavy was going down when the cop didn’t approach the car and do the routine request for driver’s license and registration. The cops opened their doors, got out and pulled guns, using their doors as cover. “Everybody put your hands where we can see them!” a cop said over a bullhorn.

Niki was so nervous, she started digging in her handbag for a hairbrush. “Stop fucking with your hands, Niki!” I yelled. “Put them up! That’s how people get shot by the cops.”

“Get out one at a time! Driver, you come first!” Pat got out.

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