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The SUV skidded: road handling was not one of the outstanding features of those cars, but Kass skillfully regained control of the vehicle. Obviously he was used to driving in that condition. But just let there not be an accident here in the middle of the night, I thought to myself. We were then on Meeker Avenue that had an appearance that did not inspire much trust. Kass was looking for an underpass to get to the other side of the road and find an entrance to the highway. It was a long drive, and a few minutes later I spotted a battered Cadillac limousine that was following us and getting closer and closer.
On a straight stretch the car came up on the driver’s side. The left window was rolled down and a bearded black man was waving a blunt revolver at us. From his facial expression we could tell he was under the influence of drugs. An uncontrollable situation had come about nothing was calculable. Kasimir first of all grabbed the baseball bat, but then let it fall again because of the absurdity of that idea. He sharply turned the car left and rammed the Cadillac’s fender and forced it onto the road kerb. I saw sparks sputtering as the tyre rims hit the kerb. The car fell back for a short time before taking up the chase again.
“Damn black bastards! Fuck you, motherfuckers!”
Swore Kass. His fleshy hand grabbed a microphone hanging from the armature shelf, and he pressed the push button:
“Windjammer, Windjammer to any Police Patrol car – I’m in an emergency, do you read me? Over.”
Then he released the button and a few minutes later, while he was steering the heavy SUV in winding lines in front of the Cadillac, a scratchy voice came over:
“Windjammer, here is metropolitan police car 663. What is your problem?” “We’re being followed by some damn armed gangsters, can’t shake them off.” “What is your position, Windjammer?”
Kasimir looked out the window:
“Driving Meeker Avenue alongside Brooklyn Queens Highway westbound and just past Russell Street. Over.”
“Okay, Windjammer, we’re nearby and pick you up. Over.”
I n less than five minutes I saw in the rear vision mirror the red and blue flashlights of a police car show up in the distance behind the Cadillac, which immediately turned off sharply to the right, while the police car shot ahead and overtook us.
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