cab downtown on Fifth. He told the driver to take him to the Village, not knowing how far The Princeâs network went. He entered the hotel on Bleecker between Sullivan and West Broadway and walked to a room he had registered the day before.
H e telephoned Pet. The cab took him back to the Sheraton and dropped him off. He checked out the next morning, paying his bill in cash.
Pet was waiting in the garage. Neither of them liked to return in the daytime and avoided it whenever possible.
âYou see him?â the old man asked.
âYeah. How does he make a living? If heâs dealing, he must have every cop in the precinct greasedâyou canât miss him.â
âHe does the same work you do.â
âYou know anything about a black guy, his boyfriend?â
âNo. But I know he always marks his boyfriends with one of his diamonds. They get to wear the diamond so long as theyâre in with him. When they show on the street without the diamond, it means heâs done with them. After that, theyâre nothing but a fucking piece of meat. Heâs got a new one every couple months or so.â
âCould the kid live down there a couple a weeks and watch the black guy?â
âI donât think so, Wes. Thatâs a real freak show, and the kid might panic if one of them made a move on him.â
âYouâre right. One of them moved on me last night.â
âWhat happened?â
âThis was on my way back to the Sheraton. I was waiting for the light to change, and this freak comes up and asks me if the CT on the ID bracelet stands for âcock-teaser,â right?â
âJesus! I told you you shouldnâta worn that.â¦â
âHey, look, Pet, he just wanted to hit on me, period. No matter what fucking initials Iâdâve had, he wouldâve said
something
.â
âYou have to hurt him?â
âOn the street? I told him Iâd meet him in the last row of the Tom Kat at midnight.â
âThe Tom Kat?â
âSome sleazo movie joint I saw on the way down.â
The old man laughed. âI canât see the kid doing that. Where he was raised, heâdâve opened up that freak for sure.â
âYou got to forget your image if you want to move out there. Thatâs something you have to be taught, and Carmine taught me. Now â¦Â what happens if you lay up for a couple a weeks without doing anything? Will they think you lost your nerve?â
âNah, theyâll think Iâm getting ready to go on in.â
âWould The Prince want to make it personal?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWould he have to hit you himself? Or could any of his freaks do it?â
âHeâd want to hit me himself. Itâd mean a lot if he did. You take a man out, you take his rep for yours.â
âWhatâs he use?â
âMostly his hands. Heâs one of those karate experts. He never carries himself, but some of his freaks are always around, and they all shoot or stab. But The Prince, he works small. They say he can kill you with anything: a rolled-up newspaper, a dog chain, you know what I mean.â
âSo heâd have to be close. And we donât.â
âYou could never pop him from one of the buildings. Heâd know you was inside before you even got set up. Did he see your face last night?â
âSo what? He didnât know who I was.â
âHe will if he ever sees it again,â Pet said solemnly. âYou can forget about getting close, Wes.â
âAll right. Stay here for a few daysâIâm going out to look at him good this time.â
W esley spent the next six nights driving the cab in Times Square, catching only occasional glimpses of The Prince, and always at a distance. But he did locate the black man with the diamond earring, and the black man had a pattern. Too much of a patternâwhatever else he was, Wesley knew he
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