Only half aware of what was happening on the field, Sam threaded his way off the bleachers and around the backstop, toward the place where Nicky Oberlin stood. And what would he do when he got there? He’d think of something, and it would flow naturally off the hot blood pounding in his head. This was so obvious, what Nicky was doing, it would have to be dealt with right here and now. “Get out of here,” Sam said. Nicky kept looking at the field. “Be ready to go, Maxie.” Sam reached out to Nicky’s shoulder and spun him. “I said get out!” Nicky looked at him with a half smile. “Hey, I’m trying to watch a game here.” “You’re a sick man. I don’t want you around me or my family, understand?” “A guy can’t come to a baseball game in America anymore?” “Not the way you’re doing it. This has just become a police matter.” “Cops?” “That’s what I said, unless you — ” “And you’ll tell them exactly what?” “You’re harassing me and my family.”
