The Ticket Masters

The Ticket MastersThe black Dodge Ram weaves through traffic at 85 miles an hour like a tailback following a block. Destination: Jacksonville, Florida. The Little General taps his can of Skoal against the steering wheel, a silver Rolex glinting on his wrist. Junior, in faded jeans and mirrored shades, his blond hair cropped with a wave, rides shotgun."Hello Moto! Hello Moto!" their phones chirp in unison. The brothers do a double take and burst out laughing. They haven't seen each othe...