Moso stepped back, frowning, and took a cigarette out of his pocket. 'He don't need no lesson from you,' Dee said.
It was like being surrounded by Harry and his friends, only worse. The second guy grabbed him again, not so gently this time. He was listening so hard that he walked into a guy without even seeing him.īobby pulled free, but the fourth guy pushed him back at the second. Bobby didn't think he was anywhere close yet, but he kept listening for him. Eventually he'd call another cab and come to collect his money. Maybe after the library closed he'd get a bite to eat, kill a little more time that way. If he had been Ted, he would have gone someplace like the Bridgeport Public Library where he could hang around without being noticed. This time the winkle had lasted longer, but it was going now, all right.Īs he went, he tried to tune his mind outward and pick up some sense of Ted, but there was nothing. His ability was fading again, as it had on the day Mrs Gerber took them to Savin Rock shortly after they left McQuown's stand at the end of the midway, it had been gone. Make the bad boys hang around Mallory's Saloon look like good boys.'īobby tried to look into the newcomer's mind and saw only dim shapes. You don't want to mess with boys like that, chico. 'The jefes in the long yellow coats,' Dee breathed. I have to be there when he comes, because there's some men after him. I think he'll be there between nine-thirty and ten. Inside the pawnshop an old man with a pair of glasses pushed up on his bald head looked around, annoyed, then back down at the newspaper he was reading. He walks kinda hunched over, like Boris Karloff - you know, the guy in the scary movies?'ĭee grabbed him and spun him against the door of a pawnshop so hard that for a moment Bobby thought he had decided to go along with his corner-boy friends after all.
'I have to find the guy I was with yesterday. 'You stupid to be down here alone and you fuckin loco to be down here at night alone.' 'What you doing down here, amigo?' he asked, gripping Bobby's shoulder with the tattooed hand. You have nothing and we going to bust your balls.' 'Little muchacho, what you got for money, huh? How much of the good old dinero? You have something and we going to let you go. He reached out a hand, gripped the bristles of Bobby's crewcut, and pulled hard enough to make tears well up in Bobby's eyes. 'Little boy,' the fourth guy almost sang.
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