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g across from Mabel's house." Give him something to do, I thought. Keep the guy busy.
"You want me to protect the people I'm squeezing?"
"Yeah."
"It doesn't work that way. And what the hell are you doing going off on a chauffeuring job? You're supposed to be looking for your uncle."
"I need money."
"You need to find Fred."
"Okay, this is the honest-to-God truth . . . I don't know how to find Fred. I run down leads and they don't go anywhere. Maybe it would help if you told me what you were really after."
"I'm after Fred."
"Why?"
"You better get going," Bunchy said. "You're gonna be late."
 
 
THE GARAGE AT Third and Marshall didn't have a name. It was probably listed under something in the phone book, but on the outside of the building there was nothing. Just a redbrick building with a paved parking lot, enclosed by chain-link fencing. There were three bays in the side of the building, opening out to the lot. The bay doors were open and men worked on cars in each of the bays. A white stretch limo and two black Town Cars were parked in the lot. I pulled the Buick into a slot next to one of the Town Cars You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, locked the Buick, and dropped the keys into my shoulder bag.
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   ' I asked him.
   'No. It's all mine.'
   'Wouldn't it be faster to fly