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Dashing off the curb, the teenager ripped open the car door and jumped into the passenger seat. He aimed a small-caliber semi-automatic at the driver.
Al Marino was unperturbed. “Jacking cars, kid? That’s no way to make a living. Know who I am? I could use someone like you.”
“Pull around the corner,” the young man said.
“Sure, kid.” Marino turned the luxury sedan and stopped. “You’re making a big mistake.”
“No mistake. I ain’t no ‘jacker. This is for my sister you got hooked on smack. Now she’s a ’ho’.”
Marino thought the kid wouldn’t shoot. He was wrong.