Hampton. âSo if heâs here, maybe what he took is what led him to Philly.â
âThe car we tracked was stolen less than a week ago,â said Luther. âIf he dumped it here within that time frame, he might not have finished his business here.â
âAgreed,â said Hampton. âKilmer is calling in tomorrow morning for progress. Letâs have some good news for him.â
âWe will.â
Luther removed his transmitter and started to get out of the Ford.
âWait. What are you doing?â Hampton demanded.
âIf Iâm going to get information, I canât look like Iâm wired,â said Luther.
âNo,â said Hampton. âDonât take me out of communication. Most of the street people wonât even see it.â
âCanât take that chance.â
âThen Iâll send a transmission to your Ion at intervals; just send one back.â
âIâll try.â Luther got out of the car and walked off.
He roamed the streets of South Philly all night, reacquainting himself with the citizens of inner-city life. He remembered the bizarre combination of fear and excitement you felt as you walked the land, not knowing what lay around the bend.
He was out several hours before he found a source. A pimp, a former prostitute-turned-manager named Sticky B.
Sticky was a tall, good-looking woman of about twenty-five or so. She was of mixed ethnicity, Luther guessed. She had gray-green eyes, a pert little nose that had been broken and never fixed, high cheekbones, and a headful of long black hair that she had tied back with a strand of what appeared to be diamonds. She was dressed in tight black jeans that hugged her generous curves, black stiletto boots, and a black blazer under which she seemed to be wearing nothing. In her right hand she had a cell phone, in the left a gold-capped walking stick.
Her voice was soft and feminine but with an edge to it that suggested that at any moment she might flip on you.
âYou wanna talk to me about bidâness? I can do that,â said Sticky, âbut anything else smells like a muthafuckinâ cop to me.â
âIf I was a cop, I would have busted you by now,â said Luther.
âFor what? Being fine?â Sticky B laughed, revealing a gold front tooth that took her pretty face down a few points. âLook, if you with it, we can conversate. If not, roll up yoâ dick and push on, nigga. Sticky ainât got no time for cops, faggots, and sexually indecisive muthafuckas.â
âOkay,â said Luther. âIâm interested in a girl.â
âWhat about it?â said Sticky B.
Luther realized that Sticky B was no fool. She wanted him to solicit her so that she could claim entrapment if he was indeed a cop.
âIâm looking to pay a girl for sex tonight,â said Luther. âYou satisfied?â
âI am. Shit, I donât watch Law & Order for my health, baby. So what you looking for?â
âA white man with a disfigured face.â
Sticky B seemed startled for just a second. Then she processed the information, alternating flashing looks of distrust, fear, and deceptive innocence. A life on the street had turned her into an emotional chameleon, and she didnât know which face to choose.
âA girl I can handle,â she said, âbut the white man I canât help you with. Bad news.â
âYou know him?â Luther hid his excitement.
âHeard about it, but if you want to know how, you gonna have to pay my girl a premium, you know. And then sheâll fill you in.â
âHow about you be my girl tonight?â asked Luther.
Sticky B took on an upset expression, and then she stepped back and threw out her arms. âDo I look like a ho to you? My flat-backinâ days are over. I am a playa, a mack, a big, bad-ass daddy with tits.â Her face flashed the angry look.
âI can see that, and I donât mean any
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