The Other Brooklyn: Joey Toranetti Trilogy by Ieva Bob

Author:Ieva, Bob [Ieva, Bob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DocUmeant Publishing
Published: 2015-03-08T05:00:00+00:00

19

The Job

I arrived at Transamerica at 7:00 a.m. and saw Detective Williams outside the terminal gate. I went over to him and said “Hello.”

He said, “Hello” back and said to call him by his first name, Bill.

There were a lot of guys hanging around and one of them said to us, “Hi I’m Gino.” We said hi and introduced ourselves. Gino said, “The coffee truck will be here soon. The coffee is okay but he has good breakfast sandwiches.”

John, the steward, came over and said to Detective Williams, “What is your first name?”

“Bill.”

“Good. The dispatcher will start giving out work around 7:30 a.m. You guys will be the last ones called. Joey, do you remember how to drive the truck?”

“Yes I remember.”

“I was originally going to let you go out with a driver to help you out, but I was told what is happening with Bill this morning. All I can say is be very careful out there, the both of you.”

“We will” I responded.

“Great, I will see you later.”

I received my tractor number and my delivery instructions around 8:05 a.m. and was given instructions on how to get to the location. I was given the telephone number to call the dispatcher if there were any delays.

We went out back and found the tractor that was assigned to me and I noticed it was the same tractor with the bullet hole in the fender. I showed it to Bill and started to laugh. If the shooter didn’t see me he would definitely recognize the tractor he hit when he shot at me.

We hooked up the tractor to the trailer and checked all the lights and started on our way. I was a little nervous but once I started to move I relaxed and everything went smoothly. I drove slowly so I wouldn’t make a mistake.

Everything went well and by the end of the day we didn’t have any incidents. We did the same thing for the next three days. On the fourth night, the detective said, “I do not believe the shooter knows who you are so I believe everything is going to be okay.”

I called my father and told him “The detective believes that the shooter doesn’t know who I am and that he doesn’t need to be with me anymore.”

My father said, “What do you think Joey?”

“I am not sure. What if he didn’t come after me because I had someone in the truck?”

“I think you are right Joey. When you come home we will talk about it. I’ll see you then.”

“Okay.”

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