It’s time he had a new one.”
Jay shrugged. “Poison’s old−fashioned. He likes that car. Maybe he’s got sentimental memories.”
“I don’t believe it; he’s just mean. Listen, Jay, could you put in a word for me? If I could get that old buzzard to take a trial run I’d hook him, but I can’t get near him.”
Jay promised to do what he could.
“There’s another guy who I want to get in with. That’s Mendetta. He could use a flock of my cars. I do trucks now, you know. Beggars can’t be choosers. I guess that guy could use a lot of trucks. I’ve been trying to persuade Grantham to get me an introduction, but he doesn’t seem keen. I suppose I’ll have to offer him a split in my commission.”
“Does Grantham know Mendetta?” Jay asked, suddenly interested.
“Know him? Why, of course he knows him. I thought everyone knew that. Mendetta put up the dough for this Club. He’s got his finger in every pie.”
Jay drank some beer. “Aaah,” he said, putting the glass down, “Mendetta’s a bad guy. I’d forget about him.”
Benny shrugged. “What the hell. His dough’s good, ain’t it?” he said. “I don’t care who buys my cars as long as he pays.”
Jay finished his beer. “Maybe you’re right,” he said.