Four nights I followed him, trying to be real careful. He’d, as he’d taught me … ream me a new one if he caught me. He’d drive to a dive on Eighth and then just sit, watching, I knew he was memorizing the players, the times they came and went, and getting a feel for the terrain. Who polices the police? - Village Volce journalist He was going and soon, I could sense it. And me … I knew Lucia had saved me from you know … doing something to Nora. By the FOURTH NIGHT, I WAS DOZING, DESPITE THE FLASK OF coffee I’d been sipping from, and too, Nora and I had an active night previously. I was resting my head on the wheel when a gun barrel pushed into the back of my neck. My first thought was … Gino … and I was gone. Then Kebar’s voice: “Not too hot on this surveillance gig, are you, kid?” He withdrew the gun, asked, “The fuck you think you’re doing, IA put you up to this, that it?” I said, “Us Micks don’t rat out anyone except our own people.” I heard him sigh, then he said, “Come on, I’ll buy you a brew.”
