friends.â
âWhat car is Collins in?â
âBlack 550 Maranello.â
âMaher, thatâs the Ferrari with the huge aerial and the scanner! They have almost all the same stuff we do! Did they tell you anything else?â
âDude, I just met them, I wasnât gonna interrogate them. Relax.â
I stared at the jovial contingent from Texasâthe four of them laughing as they ordered another roundâwhile Iâd come to stalk the crowd in cold sobriety.
The Collins brothers were now Polizei Enemy number two.
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I snapped out of it upon spotting a beautiful blond girlâs face hovering a full head above everyone else on the terrace.
âYeah.â Maher sighed. âI saw her before. Sheâs gotta be six three⦠my height. Jodie Kidd, famous English model. I heard she races professionally.â
âFinally, a model who does something.â
âYeah.â Maher nodded approvingly. âNext to herâ¦see that shorter guy?â
âEveryoneâs shorter than her.â
âThatâs Joe Macariââ
âThe guy who looks like a lovable bulldog? Good work, Maher. I guess you havenât been talking to girls all night. So who is he?â
âCheck out his hand,â said Maher, âfor a burn scar. I think heâs a retired pro driver. Heâs in a Mercedes SL55 AMG.â
Good car, but shit gas mileage, and no dash space to install equipment.
âWhat about the frat-brother-looking guy next to Macari?â
âJamie McCloud. I think heâs a banker. Heâs got an F50.â
âWait, a Ferrari F50?â
âThe real deal.â
The F50 was the Koenigsegg of the late 1990sâa low-slung $500,000 race-prepped barely street-legal Ferrari resembling the cartoon cars ten-year-old boys draw in their notebooks instead of paying attention in class. The few collectors who could even find one never dared to take it out of the garage.
Anyone who brought an F50 this far with friends like Macari wasnât on vacation.
âIs Jodie Kidd riding with one of them?â
âHmm,â said Maher as we both watched her speak downâliterally, but only physicallyâto McLoud and Macari.
âFrom the looks of herâ¦â Maher started.
ââ¦no one tells her what to do,â I finished.
âHow old do you think she is?â
âNineteen,â I said, âgoing on forty. Girls like that never age. Out of your league, Maher. Anyone else?â
âThatâs it so far.â
âOkay, letâs reconvene in thirty.â
âIf we get split up, Iâll meet you at the club.â
âClub?â I exclaimed. âWhat club? You know where the club is?â
âIâll call you as soon as I know. Dude, youâve got your Gumball ID. Youâll get in.â
People like Maher always got in, even without ID.
Fucking Dorsia.
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âYouâre late!â said the Gumball staffer just inside the club entrance. âJust head right upstairs!â
âDude!â said Maher. âIâve been looking for a bald guy in a black suit, and you show up in a white suit? How the hell was I supposed to find you in here?â
We headed to the downstairs bar. â That guy,â I said, surreptitiously pointing at the slender, knowledgeable Englishman Iâd seen outside the hotel that afternoon, âis hard-core veterans. Nicholas Frankl. He does every event, he knows everybody . He won the Gumball Spirit Trophy last year in a Porsche 911. He was arrested with a guy named Nick Connor, but they got out and flew to the finish in their jail stripes.â
âHoly shit,â said Maher. âI spoke to Frankl. A ton of track experience.â
âDid he say what heâs driving?â
âMitsubishi EVO.â
Of course. The highly-rated-but-underappreciated-by-car-snobs EVO was equivalent to the Subaru WRX The Weis had recommended for my
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