The Silent Vigilante

By Warren Pearlman

Frank Young is a man who keeps to himself, but after he loses family in two separate accidents and with the police not being able to find the people that caused the accidents, Frank takes matters into his own hands. After entering the military, Frank meets a weapons dealer, buys some untraceable revolvers and a silencer, and becomes a vigilante. He knows he’s violating the law, but even after becoming a policeman, he still continues the shootings. Along the way, he meets some people that need more help than he does and assists them in getting their lives back together. To his surprise, Frank finds out that a lot of people support what he’s doing and the path he has taken.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984561671

Warren Pearlman

The author of this book, Warren Pearlman, started in the U.S. Post Office in December, 1969. He was drafted into the U.S. Army 6 months later and then returned to the Post Office in 1972. Warren married his first wife in 1973 until she passed away in 1992. Warren Pearlman was made a union steward in 1982 and voted in as the Clerk Craft President for Miami in 1983 until be was elected Executive Vice-President in 1989 until 1996 and again from 1998 to 2002. Warren was also a state officer from 2000-2002. Warren Pearlman married his second wife in 2004 and retire from the Post Office in 2007.

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Copyright © 2018 by Warren Pearlman.

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CONTENTS

FOREWORD

MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER 1     FIRST KILL

CHAPTER 2     FRANK YOUNG

CHAPTER 3     THE INVESTIGATION & ANOTHER MURDER

CHAPTER 4     STILL NO SUSPECTS

CHAPTER 5     THE DETECTIVES

CHAPTER 6     STILL MORE KILLINGS

CHAPTER 7     FROM SOUTH FLORIDA TO AUSTIN TEXAS

CHAPTER 8     TIME TO START AGAIN

CHAPTER 9     ON THE JOB AS A POLICEMAN

CHAPTER 10   ARE THE POLICE NEXT?

CHAPTER 11   WHO’S NEXT?

CHAPTER 12   NEWSPAPER NOT HELPING

CHAPTER 13   PIMPS ARE NEXT ON THE LIST

CHAPTER 14   ABOVE THE LAW

CHAPTER 15   VIGILANTE GOOD OR BAD

CHAPTER 16   HELP HAS ARRIVED

CHAPTER 17   SOMEONE TO TALK TO AND MORE

CHAPTER 18   MORE TIME BETWEEN KILLINGS

CHAPTER 19   SEX PREDATORS UNLEASHED

CHAPTER 20   SAVING FROM A FIRE

CHAPTER 21   MAYBE IT’S TIME TO QUIT

CHAPTER 22   TIME TO REGROUP

CHAPTER 23   NOW IT IS TIME TO QUIT

CHAPTER 24   A BABY IS BORN

CHAPTER 25   HARD TO QUIT, WHAT’S BEEN STARTED

CHAPTER 26   INVESTIGATION OF POLICE CONTINUES

CHAPTER 27   FRANK YOUNG TO THE RESCUE

CHAPTER 28   INVESTIGATION OF VIGILANTE IS OVER

CHAPTER 29   WAS THE VIGILANTE GOOD OR BAD FOR SOUTH FLORIDA?

FOREWORD

Frank Young was born in Miami, Florida on September 13th 1962. Frank was the youngest of three children born to Robert and Elizabeth Young. Frank always felt that his parents had not planned on having another child. His sister, Kathy, was nine years old when Frank was born and his brother, Brian, was five years old. Robert Young was forty-six and Elizabeth Young was thirty-eight when Frank was born. Frank was never close to his father, but he was close to his mother. They would talk all the time. Elizabeth Young would tell Frank stories from when she was a young girl. She also taught Frank how to dance.

Frank was friendly and got along with most of the children he went to school with, but he only had a few close friends growing up in the Southwest section of Miami. His closest friend was his brother, who taught Frank everything from playing baseball, football, hunting and how to fight. Brian would take Frank to the shooting range and out hunting as much as he could.

Frank made good grades in school, but never planned to go to college. He started working at a Food Fair Supermarket when he was a junior in high school, and continued working there, in the meat department, after his graduation.

Less than a year after Frank graduated from high school, his brother was killed in a hunting accident. Frank was not with him when he was shot and felt that if he were there, his brother would still be alive.

Less than two years later when Frank was only twenty years old, his parents were also killed when their car was hit by a truck. It was after his parents were killed that Frank decided to get away and he enlisted in the United States Army.

While in the Army, he met Mary Gordon, his future wife.

When Frank started to get serious about Mary, he decided to go to college since Mary was already in college. Frank took the courses’ he needed so he could get a degree in law enforcement since Frank was a military policeman.

After being married for a couple of years Frank and Mary started talking about having a baby. Less than six months later Mary Gordon Young was killed in a car accident on her way back home from the doctor’s office. She had news to tell her husband. There were no witnesses, so the police ruled Mary’s death as a single car accident and claimed there was nobody else involved in the accident.

With the death of his brother, his parents and then his wife, Frank became a changed person. Frank felt the police didn’t do enough to find out who caused the accident that killed his mother and father. Then again, with his wife’s car accident, the police didn’t seem to do much of an investigation. Frank became a person that kept to himself. Not having more than a few friends, he became a loner. Frank would only talk to someone when he really had to. As a military policeman, Frank had a partner, while riding together he would talk to him. He also talked to Jim Nixon, who supplied the military with weapons, and they became friends. Jim Nixon was one of Franks’ only friends besides his sister, brother-in-law and their two children.

Since the police couldn’t, or didn’t help Frank find out who caused his parent’s accident, and then the added mental torture of his wife’s death, which was ruled as an accidental death, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Frank made the decision to buy some untraceable revolvers and a silencer and thus become a vigilante.

After Frank returned from the Army he went to the police academy and was hired as a policeman, but continued as a vigilante. In Frank Young’s mind he was helping the courts and the prison system. Some people who have committed a crime, would just have to bypass the courts and prison, and go directly to death.

Frank Young was more than just a vigilante. Some people that crossed paths with Frank were given help. While on duty as a policeman, Frank performed his job the best he could, and had some good partners to work with.

Joe Walker is the lead detective assigned to investigate the vigilante who has been on a killing spree. Since Joe’s father was a policeman he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a policeman and then a detective. Joe has been assigned to the vigilante case, his hardest case since becoming a policeman. He is hoping and waiting for the vigilante to make a mistake while he continues his investigation.

Carl Brown is Joe Walker’s partner. He is also a detective and was assigned to the vigilante case from the very beginning. The two detectives investigating have no clues and no witnesses. The detectives don’t know when or where the vigilante is going to hit next. Meanwhile the death toll keeps adding up.

Lamar Richardson and Tom Sherman, were also detectives’, and were assigned to assist Joe Walker and Carl Brown on the vigilante case.

The investigation covers most of South Florida, and some other parts of Florida. The four detectives are having a hard time catching the vigilante. They hope to find him before he can kill again. The bodies keep piling up. They are hoping the investigation will come to an end with an arrest before more people are killed. Will the vigilante make a mistake and get caught by the investigating detectives? Or will the vigilante stop his killing and go quietly into the night without ever getting caught?

MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR

The silent Vigilante is a work of fiction. It must be understood that all of the characters in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. Some of the events mentioned in the book occurred in real places. The cities and some of the places mentioned are real. I have taken the liberty of making an event that is purely fiction.

I hope that those readers who live in these cities, or work at these places, will not be offended by my naming their city or place of business as a place where violence may have occurred. I meant no harm.

I also meant no disrespect toward any police department or policeman. The police have my upmost respect for the job they perform.

Chapter 1

FIRST KILL

As detectives Joe Walker and Carl Brown drove into the parking lot of the Southwest Shopping Center, they saw that two rows of the parking lot had been roped off with police tape. They had received a call that there had been a shooting. There were already six policemen there, just to keep people away until the detectives arrived.

As Joe Walker, the lead detective, walked up, he saw a man and women in the front seat of a new Lincoln. They had both been shot at point blank range. Joe called his partner over, Take a look at this. It looks like it could be a professional hit. The detectives made sure to have the policemen move the crowd of people away. Joe asked one of the policemen if there were any witnesses to the shooting. After being told that nobody said they saw anything, Joe told the policemen to get names and addresses of everyone standing around and make sure nobody leaves the area before giving their name and how they can be reached. Of all the people standing around, only one man said he saw some cars driving away, but couldn’t say if that was the shooter. Joe seemed confused, How can someone shoot two people in a car, in the parking lot of a busy shopping plaza and not be seen? Carl was just as confused. I really don’t know. Maybe it was a professional hit, or the person was just lucky and the timing was just right that nobody was around.

The man had been shot one time in the temple and a sheet of plastic was covering his face. The women also shot just one time, in the front of her head. Joe figured that the plastic was used to keep any blood off the shooter. Joe pulled the plastic sheet away from the man and said, This plastic looks like the kind they use in a meat packing place or the meat department of a grocery store.

After talking to the policemen, who had gathered all the names and contact information of the people in the area, Joe asked Carl, What are we going to do with this list of names? Not one of these people said they saw anything. So there’s no witness or not one that will come forward. I still say it looks like a professional hit. To be honest with you, I say we do nothing with the list except throw it away after we check and make sure nobody has any past arrest. We collected the list hoping to scare someone that might have seen something, but was afraid to step forward. We’ll give it a few days and see if someone does report something.

The two victims were Hispanic. The man’s wallet was in his lap but the wallet contained no money. The wallet contained a Florida driver’s license and credit cards issued to a Jose Martinez. The lady also had a driver’s license and credit cards in the name of Theresa Santana.

At this point, the detectives had no clues, just a lot of questions. Was this a random robbery? Were the man and women married? If not, was there a jealous husband? Was it drug related? The two detectives had their work cut out for them. No clues, no witnesses, but two dead people in the front seat of a car in the parking lot of the Southwest Shopping Center.

When Carl opened the trunk and saw two suitcases, he called Joe over, look at these. Carl opened one of the suitcases and saw it was full of money. When he opened the second suitcase and saw the bags of white power, he said, This was no random robbery. If it was a drug buy gone wrong, why didn’t the person grab one of the suitcases or both? Joe said, I don’t know but something doesn’t smell right.

Meanwhile at the home of Frank Young, a man was sitting on his couch in deep thought. The man was Frank Young. He was thinking about what he had done just two hours earlier. He had shot two people over a parking space. Frank Young, talking to himself, said, I can’t believe I let someone upset me so much that I shot them. Frank was trying to figure out how something so minor made him kill two people. I even forgot that I had the revolver and silencer in the glove box. But there was a reason I bought the revolvers in the first place and kept one in my glove box. Frank was usually the quiet one and wouldn’t have let something so minor upset him but lately he had been getting upset over little things. But the more time he spent thinking the more Frank thought only about his wife, Mary.

As Frank pulled into the parking lot of the Southwest Shopping Center, he saw a lady getting into her car to pull out. As he sat there in his car waiting to take the parking space another car pulled into the space he was waiting for. While the car was pulling out, Frank had to back up to give the car room. It was at this point the other car, coming from the other direction pulled into the parking space. Frank waited and when the people got out of their car he pulled up and asked the man if he didn’t see him waiting for the space. At first the man didn’t answer Frank, so he said to the man Hey I’m talking to you! The man looked at Frank and said, That’s too bad, you win some and you lose some, and started walking away with the women into the shopping center. Frank was going to tell the man he was a policeman but decided against it. He was just starting the police academy. He said to the man, You better hope your car is in the same condition when you come out as it is now. The man didn’t say anything at first but turned around and walked back and looked at the tag on Franks’ car. He then said, You don’t know who you’re messing with. Frank was really mad and sat there for a few minutes. As he sat there cars started driving in and out of the parking lot. Frank finally started looking for another parking space and was lucky to find one on the very next row just in front and to the left of the original space he was going to take. From where Frank parked he could see the car that took the space he was previously waiting for.

As Frank sat in his car, still really mad, he was thinking, was he upset that the man gave him a stupid remark, or just the fact the man pulled into the space he was waiting for, or both.

Maybe it was just the fact that this man drove an expensive car, looked like he was a very wealthy man, and the type that thinks they can do whatever they want. Frank was sitting there just talking to himself, This guy really pissed me off. I can’t even remember what I came here for. Frank decided to just forget the whole thing but before getting out of his car he reached into his glove box to get his wallet and saw his revolver, a Colt.38 Special revolver, not just his revolver, but also a silencer. Frank didn’t even remember that he had put the revolver and the silencer in his car. Again Frank sat there thinking. Frank ended up sitting there a good 30 minutes before putting his plan into action. As Frank sat there cars were driving by looking for parking spots. Frank put on a pair of gloves he had in his car and also took out a large sheet of paper and walked to the other car. He taped the piece of paper to the back window of the car that had taken his parking space. He didn’t write anything on the paper so other people walking by, maybe wouldn’t notice or think anything about it. Frank then went back to his car, got his revolver out of the glove box, put the silencer on it, and waited. Approximately another 30 minutes later he saw the man and women walking toward their car. Luckily they got in without noticing the paper taped to the back window. After starting the car, the man began to back out of the parking space. That is when he stopped and got out of the car to take the paper off his back window. It was then that Frank got out of his car with his revolver and also grabbed a big piece of clear plastic that he had from working at the Food Fair store and walked to the man’s car. Frank was lucky again. There were no cars driving by and no one else around. As Frank reached the car, just as the man was getting inside the car again, Frank threw the plastic in the man’s face and shot. Frank shot him in the side of the head. He then shot the lady in the front of her head before she could scream. He then said, You win some and you lose some. I guess you didn’t know who you were messing with.

Since nobody was around, Frank, thinking it might look like a robbery, reached into the man’s front pocket of his pants and pulled out his wallet. Frank took out a money clip from the man’s front pocket and found three hundred dollar bills, a twenty and some singles in the wallet. After taking the money from the wallet and putting the money clip in his own pocket, Frank dropped the wallet in the man’s lap. Since no one was around, and no one had heard the shot, Frank popped the trunk of the Lincoln. There were two suitcases inside the trunk of the car. Frank opened the first one and found the suitcase full with bags of white power. The man must have been a big time drug dealer. Frank didn’t want anything to do with the heroin or cocaine and didn’t want the wrong people looking for him, so he closed the suitcase. He had just killed two people. It wouldn’t make a difference if he were going to be a policeman or not. Frank then opened the other suitcase, it was filled with money. At first Frank thought about taking the whole suitcase, but again figured the wrong people might be looking for it. Frank grabbed some stacks of money closed the trunk and took the piece of paper off of the back window, and walked back to his car. Frank was thinking how lucky he was. As he sat there in the parking lot thinking cars were driving by the whole time. Then as the man and lady walked out of the shopping center all the traffic stopped as if waiting for Frank to do what he was going to do. Frank put the gun back into his glove box, along with the gloves and put the stack of money on the front seat next to him and then drove off. As far as Frank knew there were no other people around and no car driving in as he was leaving. As Frank drove off he was also checking his shirt and pants to make sure there were no blood stains. The piece of plastic was able to keep any blood from landing on him. Frank was glad he took the sheets of plastic from the meat department at the local Food Fair. He took the sheets of plastic to keep from getting anything on his car seat.

The more that Frank thought about what had just occurred, the more he felt he had some special power. Not only did he shoot two people, there were no witnesses to hear any shots being fired. Frank felt he could do this almost anytime he wanted as long as the place was absent of witnesses. He knew he just had to pick the right place and time, if he was going to kill again. After all, the police didn’t help him when he really needed them and this must have been the reason he bought the revolvers and silencer from Jim Nixon in the first place. There were four deaths in his family in three different incidents and the police couldn’t help, or wouldn’t help. Frank figured he would or could help people get a kind of satisfaction, maybe people who had lost a loved one would understand. Yes, Frank could do what he wanted, and being a policeman might help him to find people that deserve to be taken care of.

After he arrived home, he sat on his couch just thinking about what he had just done. But the more he sat there the more he started thinking about his wife and how she lost her life in an accident. An accident caused, by what Frank believed was another driver, and the fact that nobody even tried to see if anyone else was involved. After sitting on the couch for a while Frank finally got up and put the stacks of money and the money clip in the top drawer of his dresser. Frank didn’t even bother to count the money.

As Carl Brown was driving back to the police station Joe kept talking, sometimes to Carl and sometimes just to himself.

I don’t believe it was a drug buy gone wrong but we have to contact narcotics and let them know we found a suitcase full of heroin and maybe they will know something about Jose Martinez. I still can’t believe that nobody saw anything or heard a gun being shot. That’s a pretty busy shopping plaza, yet nobody that was standing there said they saw anything, and nobody has called in either. Carl then said, There was the one guy that called when he saw the two people in the car had been shot. But even he said he didn’t see anyone near the car. Joe just kept talking out loud, but not really to Carl.

This was the first mistake, and not the last, that Joe Walker and Carl Brown made. They found a sheet of plastic that looked to have come from a meat department, but never bothered to check anywhere meat was sold.

Chapter 2

FRANK YOUNG

Frank Young, his older sister, Kathy, and his brother Brian were the only children born to Robert and Elizabeth Young. His father, Robert, was a security guard and was forty-six years old, and his mother, Elizabeth, a stay at home housewife, was thirty-eight years old when Frank was born. Kathy is nine years older than Frank and Brian was five years older. They lived in a single family home in a decent neighborhood. Frank was well liked and got along with most of the children at school and was friendly with the adults in his neighborhood, but Frank only had a few really close friends. When Frank talked to someone he was always friendly.

While in high school, Frank got a job at the local Food Fair Supermarket as a stock clerk/bag boy. He continued to work there for a couple of years until his parents were killed in an auto accident. A car cut in front of a truck and the truck lost control of his vehicle and hit their car head on. Frank was only twenty years old. The car kept going and the police never found out who caused the accident.

A year prior to his parents being killed in the car accident, Brian Young was killed in an accidental shooting while out hunting. Brian and a friend, Jerry Barnett, were running to get closer to a deer when Jerry fell and his rifle went off hitting Brian in the back of the head. Most of the time Frank would go hunting with his brother but this time he didn’t go. Frank was asked to work a double shift at the Food Fair and had agreed. Afterwards Brian told Frank he was going hunting and taking Jerry along. Do you want to go with us? No, I agreed to work a double shift at work. I wished I didn’t, I’d like to go with you.

This was the last conversation Frank had with Brian. I’m taking Jerry because he doesn’t know much about hunting and I told him I’d help him get a deer. Frank worked at the Food Fair that day from 7:00A.M. till approximately 9:30 P.M., closing the store. Just before he was scheduled to get off from work he received a phone call from his sister Kathy. I need you to come home right away. Frank asked her if anything was wrong. I don’t want to talk to you over the phone. Please just come home as soon as you can. I’m supposed to get off in 45 minutes, I’ll see if I can leave now. When Frank arrived back at his house there was a police car parked out front. Kathy and their parents were inside talking to this policeman. This is when Frank was informed that his brother had been shot. His friend Jerry was in the hospital being treated for shock. Right away Frank said I should’ve gone with Brian and not worked today. This wouldn’t have happen if I was there.

Frank was home when he received the call from the police telling him his parents were killed in a car accident. This time Frank had to call Kathy and tell her to come over.

Kathy was married and had already had her two children, ages 3 and 5, when their parents were killed in the car accident. Kathy had to bring her children when she went to talk with her brother. Frank told the children to go and watch TV. Mom and Dad were killed in an accident. The police said a car cut in front of a truck and when the truck turned to avoid the car he hit Dad’s car. The police don’t know who was driving the car that cut in front of the truck, so nobody is being held responsible for killing our parents.

Frank’s father had a small life insurance policy and after his death Frank and his sister Kathy received the payment from the insurance company. It just wasn’t enough to continue with the house payments for any length of time. They decided to sell the house and split the money they received. Frank also decided to sell his car. He told Kathy he had to get away. Frank enlisted in the Army the following month. This was his first thought. He was sent to Fort Campbell, Kentucky for basic training and then to Fort Hood Texas for advance training.

At Fort Hood he was placed in the division of the military police. Frank kept to himself, losing contact with the few friends he had. Frank’s only contact outside the Army was with his sister. As a military policeman Frank had a partner, when on duty, he talked as little as possible and nothing about himself. His partner, Bill Thompson, would always ask Frank, Why are you so quiet? You don’t say much at all. Sometimes I wonder if I did something to upset you. Frank told Bill that he didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t have much to say. Frank did tell his partner that both his brother and parents were killed. Bill told Frank that he should go to the sports bar with him. There are some pretty girls that go there on Friday and Saturday when there’s a band playing. Maybe you can meet a nice girl that will get you to talk more. They both laughed at that.

One day, just before Frank and his partner ended their shift, they passed a car in the parking lot of the local park. Bill, who was driving stopped the car and Frank said, Why don’t you call in the tags and I’ll go see who is in the park. When Frank walked into the park he saw two men and two women sitting on the first picnic bench. Frank knew they didn’t see him walking toward them since they continued to pass a joint around. Good day ladies and gentlemen. Do you know it’s not legal to be smoking that stuff? One of the men quickly threw the joint away into the grass but nobody said anything. Frank told the man that threw the joint to go get it. Now I know you don’t want to start a fire. Make sure that’s put out. Who owns the vehicle that’s parked in the lot? One of the men said that it was his. You don’t have any outstanding tickets do you? No sir, I don’t. That’s a good thing that you don’t. Does everyone here have identification? The men had military identification on them and gave it to Frank. After looking for a few minutes Frank also noticed one of the women was also in the military. Frank asked the other women do you have someone in your family that’s in the military? The lady said that her father was a captain. Frank gave them back their identification. Now if you guys are going to smoke that, be a little more careful. None of you even saw me walking up. You’re lucky it’s me and not my partner. Be cool and be smart. Now it’s starting to get a little dark, I’m walking back to my car and I expect you all to leave a few minutes after me. I’ll be in my car waiting for you to leave. Next time you want to smoke something that’s not legal be more careful. Frank walked back to the military police car and got in. Anything on the car? No, there was nothing at all. There are just a couple of guys and ladies sitting at a table talking. I told them to get going since it’s starting to get dark. I also checked their identification. All of them are in the military except one of the ladies who has a father in the Army. Just then the two men and ladies walked up to their car and waved to Frank and Bill. They got into their car and drove off.

Another time Frank and Bill saw a car with two men driving carelessly. After pulling their car behind them they noticed the car crossing over the double yellow line, just a little. Bill was driving and told Frank, You can tell they are trying to be careful, but you can also tell that they most likely have been drinking. Bill put the flashing light on and pulled the car over. Frank said, What if you run the tag and I’ll go talk to them. Check to see if there are any outstanding tickets or warrants. If there aren’t any why don’t we give them a ride back to their barracks? They can get their car tomorrow. Bill agreed as Frank got out and walked up to the car they had just pulled over. Can I see some identification from you two? After looking at their identification, Frank told them to step out of the car. I want each of you to walk a straight line for about ten feet.

When Frank saw they couldn’t, he said to them, You almost made it. You’re not too drunk, but did drink enough to tell me you shouldn’t be driving. Now you have two choices, you can be taken and locked up for the night, or you can park your car for the night and we’ll give you a ride to your barracks. They both agreed to park their car. Frank took the keys to their car and drove it into a parking lot. After giving the keys back to the man that was driving, Frank told them to get into the military police car. You men are lucky you were driving on the base. If you got pulled over off the base the local police would’ve arrested you and then you would have big troubles. You have to be more careful. Next time you go out drinking get someone to drive that didn’t drink so much.

Frank and Bill didn’t always let people off with just a warning. Sometimes they had to take them, mostly men, to be locked up for the night.

One Friday after work, Bill finally talked Frank into going to the local sports bar for a beer. The sports bar was a nice place and was on the Fort Hood Base. On Friday and Saturday nights the sports bar had a country/rock band that played. It was here Frank met Mary Gordon. As he was sitting at the bar this young lady approached him and asked him to dance. Do you want to dance with me? Frank said, I thought the man was supposed to ask the women to dance. It’s a new age now. There’s nothing wrong with a women asking a man to dance. Lucky for Frank his mother taught him how to dance. Frank had the best time in a very long time. He danced and talked more with this young lady than he could remember talking to anyone other than his brother, sister and mother in a very long time.

When Bill saw Frank dancing, he was all smiles.

Frank called his only friend, his sister Kathy, Guess what, I met someone. She’s real pretty and nice. She’s a few years younger than me. Her name is Mary, Mary Gordon.

Frank and Mary started meeting at the same sports bar on Friday and Saturday nights each week. During the week Mary, who had a car, would drive and pick Frank up and they would go to the park and talk. Frank didn’t think it was right that Mary had to come and pick him up. So he decided it was time to buy a car. Frank had been saving money, since he didn’t go anywhere to spend it. He also had some money put away from his father’s life insurance, the sale of his parent’s house and the sale of his car before he went into the Army. He was able to buy a new car with the money he had saved. He looked at different cars and ended up buying a Dodge Charger. This was also when Frank decided to