'Yeah and he's taken their car. You'd better talk to Mr. Luigi and fast.'
Twenty-five minutes later, Toni was reporting to Luigi. Five minutes later, Luigi was reporting to Massino.
Massino was so incensed he could hardly speak. Finally, he screamed, 'You get nothing from me! I'll talk to the Big Man! You're as useless as a broken leg!'
'Take it easy, Joe. I've alerted the cops to find the car,' Luigi said, sweating. 'I've lost two good men. You can't talk this way to me.'
'No? You'll see! I'll give you thirty-six hours to find them or I talk to the Big Man!' and Massino slammed down the receiver.
Luigi thought for a long moment, then he put a call through to his Don who ruled Florida. He explained the situation, and gave a detailed description of Johnny and Freda.
'Okay,' the Don said. 'As soon as the cops have located the car, let me know. We'll find them.'
'Massino says he gives me thirty-six hours. He's raging mad,' Luigi said uneasily.
The Don laughed. 'Forget it. Massino's just a bag of wind. I'll talk to the Big Man myself,' and he hung up.
Freda stood outside the Greyhound bus station, clutching a small hold-all. She had been waiting for twenty minutes. She looked constantly from left to right, but she could see no sign of Johnny. Her heart was beating violently and she felt sick with fear.
'You sucker!' she told herself. 'Of course he's walked out on you! What did you expect? All that money! Why should he share it? $186,000 ! To think so much money exists! Men! God! How I hate them! They've only one thought in their filthy minds!'
'Sorry to keep you waiting, baby. I scarcely recognize you. You look great.'
She spun around, staring at the short, thick-set man at her side, her heart leaping. For a moment she didn't know him. He was clean shaven except for his heavy moustache and he had had his head shaved, Yul Brynner style. He was wearing grey flannel slacks, a white shirt and a lightweight dark-blue jacket.
'Oh, Johnny!'
She made a move towards him, her voice breaking, but he drew back.
'Watch it!' The snap in his voice stiffened her. 'Later. I've got the tickets. It held me up. Come on, let's go.'
She was so relieved he hadn't deserted her, she wanted to cry, but she controlled herself. She followed him to the bus and they climbed in.
Johnny regarded her as they sat at the back of the bus, nodding his approval. She too had changed her appearance. She was now a red-head and it suited her. She was wearing a dark-green trouser suit and big sun goggles. He eyed every passenger who boarded the bus, but he saw no one to alert an alarm.
It wasn't until the bus began to roar along the freeway that he put his hand on hers.
'You look really great, baby,' he said, 'but I still like you better blonde. You got everything you want?'
'Yes. I spent over a hundred dollars, Johnny.'
'Okay, okay,' he said and again pressed her hand.
'Oh, Johnny, I was scared . . . I began to wonder . . .'
'We're both scared, but it could work out. It's worth a try, isn't it?'
She thought of all that money: $186,000!
'Yes.'
They sat in silence for some minutes, then Johnny said, 'Look, baby, I want you to know your position. I know this is a bit late in the day, but I have it on my mind. There's still time for you to opt out . . . at least I think so. Maybe we've left it too late, but maybe, you still have a chance of opting out.'
She stared at him, her eyes widening.
'I don't know what you're saying.'
'I keep thinking about it,' Johnny said. 'I keep asking myself if I should drag you into this. Sooner or later they will catch up with me. When the Mafia sign goes up, you're as good as dead. I mean this, but with luck, if I get the money, if I can buy my boat I'll settle for twelve months. I could be more than lucky and it might be three years . . . but no more. Who goes with me also gets the sign. They may not bother with you right now, but if they find out we are together when they catch up with me . . . and they will eventually . . . then it'll be the end of your days as it will be the end of mine.'
She shivered.
'I don't want to hear this, Johnny. Please . . .'
'You've got to hear it. There's a chance. We could survive three years. We'd be beating the odds if we survive longer, but sooner or later, they'll get me and, baby, please think about what I'm saying. Don't imagine if they get me they'll forget you. They don't work like that. They'll come after you. You could hide, but sooner or later there'll come a knock on your door and it'll be them. I want you with me, but I want you to realize the risk. Think about it. We stand a chance, but not for long. If I get the money, I'll fix it you get a big cut. This I promise you so you don't have to worry about losing out. In half an hour we'll get to Jacksonville. You could get off there and get lost. They could forget about you while hunting for me. You have some money now. You know how to take care of yourself. I hate to say it, but I feel it in my bones for your safety you should get off at Jacksonville.'
She closed her eyes, feeling the jogging motion of the bus and she tried to think, but nothing came into her mind except that immense sum of money: $186,000!
Three years of life?
With all that money she could have a ball of a time!
