These questions went round and round in Pino’s head until he couldn’t take it anymore. He moved through the lightly falling snow toward a hedgerow of ornamental cedar trees that flanked the parking area. He stopped and took a piss in case any of the other drivers were watching, and then pushed through the cedars and disappeared.
The Forrest Gumpiness is Forrest Gumping. This is WILD - who would risk this? Sullivan just needs Pino present at his 473927494 crucial war event.
