Scram probed the dark Jersey streets. He pulled up to the curb.
CTS snout up the trunk of a black DTS. Tony flashed his high-beams. Max spilled out from the DTS, and walked towards Tony.
Scram rolled his window.
"I hope you have good news for me," Max said. Tony fed Max a gym bag.
"How much?"
"All of it. Tell Big Dave, thanks."
"I will," said Max. Tony banged a U-turn. Max walked off, holding the bag. The DTS steamed off.