Linwood's pitch is wild, but it still forces Frank to pay more attention to the tire iron than to the man who threw it, and before the goomba can bring his gun to bear, Linwood is well out of effective range!<br/><br/>Better still, he's almost out of hearing range as the Made Man invites Linwood to commit a variety of interesting yet biologically improbable acts with persons of genetic proximity, farm animals, and small children.<br/><br/>So far, so good, and it looks like Frank and friend are going to concentrate on the hapless Flowers...whoever he is.  So Linwood's free and clear.<br/><br/>And bleeding.<br/><br/>With some of his stuff back in the motel room, except for what's in the truck.<br/><br/>Welcome to the greater Los Angeles area...<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>"Don't mention it.  I wasn't doing anything and Rocky's paying for my membership, so..."<br/><br/>Danny leads the way to a battered little subcompact that needs to be cleaned out--fast food containers litter the floors, and what little back seat the car has contains blankets, a faded denim knapsack, and a large cardboard box.<br/><br/>"Just put your bags in back and we can scram.  So, you, uh."  He clears his throat.  "You do know about Rocky's sense of humor, right?  'Cause we'll be surrounded by bible thumping knuckleheads all weekend."