Page 66 of Twice
“You know that actress Nicolette Pink?”
“From the high school teacher movie?”
“Yeah. He says she made a movie abouthim.”
“What was it called?”
LaPorta flipped through pages. “I don’t even know. It was about a Mexican robbery and a writer who gets shot.”
Sampson shrugged. “Never saw it.”
“Me neither.”
LaPorta undid his safety belt, which was digging into his shoulder. He studied the gnarled traffic.
“How much longer?”
“If I cut behind the bus depot up ahead, I can swing around south of the beach and get to the hotel that way. Maybe ten minutes.”
“Do it.”
As Sampson eased the car over, LaPorta reached for his cell phone and called the police officer who was taking Alfie to jail.
“Hello, sir?” the officer answered.
“Everything good?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Suspect with you?”
“He’s in the back... Wait...”
LaPorta heard muffled conversation.
“He says he wants to talk to you.”
LaPorta squeezed his fingers between his eyes. “All right. Put him on.”
A long pause. Then.
“Vincent?”
“You call me Detective.”
“Detective. Are you still reading?”
LaPorta sighed. “I’m stuck in traffic, so as a matter of fact, I am.”
“Where I marked?”
“You mean the bent page?”
“You found it?”
“Very clever. What difference does it make?”
“All the difference, if you finish.”
