IN A HURRY, CARL LAYED young Martin down on the back seat and left the stretcher anywhere, starting the car as fast as he could. The cameras would have seen him, if they hadn't been focused on the fire emergency, where they would also see him, some time later in the investigation, leaving the lit cigarettes in the recordings.
The slight darkness of the parking lot was still not enough to camouflage the boy dressed in light blue slumped in the seat, but it helped somewhat. He then continued to the exit, disguising the nervousness he felt with the same whistle of the elevator.
He passed the cautious security guard, but the guard made way for him. However, when the car passed through the gate, the man saw the figure lying in the car and told him to stop and check:
— Hey, you! Stand there.
— Shit! — Carl whispered.
Benedetti accelerated and drove away, as fast as he could with his old car, away from there. As he left, he saw him in the rearview mirror, shouting nervously into the radio, calling for help, without having time to catch up with him.
Carl ran as fast as he could through the streets of New York, but he didn't go all the way home. Instead, he went to one of the places he kept for emergencies. It was a rented garage, where he had another car.
After many years of experience in the life of a mobster, Benedetti had learned certain escapes that could save his life. One of them was to keep cars strategically stored for possible escapes. He kept one in the city center and some at state borders, each one kept weapons in the trunk and documents made with false identities, but this would not be necessary at the moment, he just wanted to disguise the car and go home safer.
He laid Martin in the back seat of the new car and put the old one in the garage. The trip home would now be more peaceful, where he would think more about the size of the mess he was in and why he had done this.
Greg owes me one after this...
No, he knew that nothing he did for Greg or his friends could make up for it.
So many years, Carl, and you still sit on your own balls...