He turned back to Manon as he opened the entrance door. “Maybe that’s where Mark gets it from, hmm? All the time I thought it was Phil that fucked up his sense of ethics. Guess it was genetics after all.”
By the time Gerry reached his car, he was physically and mentally exhausted. He screamed out of the underground parking, squawking his tires and stepping on the gas in a way that was sure to get noticed by every cop from there to Jersey City. And he couldn’t come up with an ounce of concern over that. Let Giuliani and his anti-graffiti Gestapo regime come get him. At this point, he was looking forward to the consequences.
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