[B] Markus Finch - Louisiana Expresslane [/b]

Markus Finch climbed out of the Jet Black 1967 Impala fists clenched in rage. The gage red E in bright Red. 

How had he let something so stupid happen to him he thought.

His frayed suit blew about in the wind as did his greasy black hair.

Finch retrieved his belongings from the passengers seat and with obviously anguish left the beautiful car behind. He made careful note of its location so the car could be retrieved at a later date.

With a slight limp in his gait Finch set off down the highway towards New Orleans unsure of what to expect.