Terminal Velocity

"It all started like that scene in the beginning of 'Sister Act', where Whoopey Goldberg walks in on Harvey Kietel, just as he's bumping off his chauffeur for betraying him.
 Except that Laverne was a white stripper, not a black lounge singer and Primo, who owned the club, didn't look a bit like Harvey Kietel.
 And of course, Laverne never got out of the room, let alone made it to the Police Station, into Witness Protection and the convent choir. No sir, they grabbed her before she could leave, sat her down in a chair and calmly explained the situation to her. They had to quieten her down a bit while they did so, but she didn't make too much of a ruckass.
 Anyways... A few hours later, after the club had emptied out and the chairs were stacked on the tables, Primo had Pauli bring the van round the back and they all left for the airport.
 They'd be gone for a few months until people stopped asking questions Primo's friends had left enough red herrings about to stop the cops finding out the truth and then they'd be back in business like nothing had happened.
 They stopped off at a junkyard and picked up some bits and bobs and then got to the airport where Primo's got this old two prop Beech. They slipped the guys at traffic control a wad of bills to clear them for takeoff and look the other way and by the time anyone realized they were gone they were way out over the Gulf of Mexico.
 Primo and the boys had a great time out there while the cops were running round in circles back home and when they got back the case, if there was one, had gone cold.
 And Laverne? I ain't heard nothing about her. She certainly wasn't on the plane when it landed... and neither were the chair she was sitting on or the sack full of scrap iron they loaded on board before they took off...."

ARTIST'S NOTE: Another one of those 'cement overshoes' depictions... minus the cement, the boat and the deep blue sea...