"I started working at a garage that was a cover for Falcone's chop shop. It was my job to find the marks, after all who would expect a kid of stalking them. I'd even run numbers sometimes if there was any expected heat from the police. They were shitty jobs, but who else would have hired a nine year old? Jim, the old man that ran the shop, was nice enough. Didn't care if you smoked as long as you did it outside. He would even show us how to take the different parts off faster than a pit crew.
