The Story
McNally had gotten the ‘Cuda running again and he spent a considerable amount of time during the afternoon trying to fine tune the engine by ear as best as he can. He parks the car in the garage and locks the garage doors. In the house, he starts his dinner by placing a TV dinner in the microwave and heating it. After he eats, he sits down in his easy chair and watches TV with a cold beer in his hand. While he is watching TV, the doorbell rings and he gets up to answer it.
A large, well-dressed man is standing in the doorway.
“Can I help you,” asks the Boston PI.
The man says, “I’m Damian Rockler. Mr. Cannon would like a word with you.”
“Sure,” replies the Boston PI.
McNally walks out of the house and off the porch to a white Mercedes-Benz S-Class Limo parked at the curb. Mr. Rockler opens the door and McNally gets into the car. Inside the car is Alexander Cannon reading the Wall St. Journal and smoking a cigar.
He puts the paper down and says, “McNally, Mr. Virden is no longer working for me. Mr. Rockler is my new assistant to call if you ever need anything from me.”
“Ok, Mr. Cannon. Thank you for the update.”
“Good night McNally.”
“Good night sir.”
McNally gets out of the Limo and Mr. Rockler gets into the car and the Limo drives away down the street.
The Build
The body and the chassis are now one. I have been adding emergency lights to the grille and on the rear package shelf behind the rear headrests.
McNally will return...