“Lucky Strike Means Fine Tobacco,” he sneered , snapping the butt away. “Not today!”
“Today’s your lucky day, ” said Mickey, eyes not straying from the grey ribbon ahead. “Don’t set fire to the scenery.”
“Where?”
“All around you.”
“Rocks. Grey. No green anywhere. Desolation.”
“Desert.”
“And hot! Does this heap have air conditioning?”
“ Chrysler’s finest.”
Sunlight flashed off a surface that wasn’t rock.
“Whassat?”
“That’ll be Mister L.”
“Out here? I thought – “
“Don’t out-think Mister L. He wanted to meet you before Vegas”
“Why here?”
Mickey pulled over. “To talk to you.”
“About what?”
Three cars waited
“Today’s your lucky day, ” said Mickey, eyes not straying from the grey ribbon ahead. “Don’t set fire to the scenery.”
“Where?”
“All around you.”
“Rocks. Grey. No green anywhere. Desolation.”
“Desert.”
“And hot! Does this heap have air conditioning?”
“ Chrysler’s finest.”
Sunlight flashed off a surface that wasn’t rock.
“Whassat?”
“That’ll be Mister L.”
“Out here? I thought – “
“Don’t out-think Mister L. He wanted to meet you before Vegas”
“Why here?”
Mickey pulled over. “To talk to you.”
“About what?”
Three cars waited
