![]() ![]() There was the sound of tires screeching to a stop, then gunfire and an ungodly shriek. “Get a Slurpee.”Ī black Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows and a satellite dish attached to the roof sped past us and hooked a left at Sixteenth. “Probably goin’ the 7–Eleven,” Spit said. “It turned the corner at Sixteenth Street.” It continued on down the road, turning at Sixteenth Street and disappearing into the darkness. ![]() Lula slung the bag over her shoulder to take it for a test drive, and a giraffe loped past us. “And just for you I’m only charging ten bucks. “I have it on good authority these are the real deal,” Spit said. “Are you sure this is a authentic Brahmin bag?” Lula asked Spit. Minutes later, Lula was examining a purple Brahmin bag studded with what Spit claimed were Swarovski crystals. A girl can never have too many handbags.” “Jimmy’s open for business, and it looks to me like he got a trunk full of handbags. Spit had his prehistoric Cadillac Eldorado parked on the fringe of the Trenton public housing projects, half a block from Sunucchi’s apartment, and he had the trunk lid up. It was late at night and Lula and I had been staking out Salvatore Sunucchi, better known as Uncle Sunny, when Lula spotted Jimmy Spit. ![]()
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