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– Yeah. Told her he was having trouble with Tom. Told her we could rock things down here, maybe start an outright revolution if we could make it look like Tom was behind the anathema. But I told her it couldn’t come from me, Terry wouldn’t buy it from me. It had to come from someone he had a history with.

– Me.

He points at his nose.

– Bingo. Terry was looking to ditch Tom. He said he needed a witness for a trial. He said he needed two. He said I was good because I was one of Tom’s guys. But he said the other one needed to be old school. He said it needed to be someone Lydia would accept. He mentioned you.

– It worked.

– Hell yeah! I sent you Uptown. Terry said not to be too specific. Said it would look weird if I knew exactly where the shit was coming from. Said to point you to the Hood and that would be close enough. Fuck it, it turned out OK. Terry said it would. You wound up in Vandewater’s clutches, she messed with your head a little, you made a move, she let you escape and told you Tom was her courier as you were on your way out.

– And all she had to do was lose an eyeball and take a bellyful of bullets.

He waves his hand back and forth.

– Trust me, for her cause, losing an eyeball, taking some lead? That is nothing. If she thought it was gonna bring down the Society, she’d cut off her tits. If she thought it’d bring down the Hood, she’d cut off her tits and fuck Dexter Predo. And she hates his ass. Lady is a stone zealot. Cra-zy. Period. Funny, though, she thinks you’re coming down here, gonna blow shit sky-high, gonna rock the boat. Had no idea she was helping to set Tom up for the fall. Helping to, like, entrench Terry’s chairmanship. Crazy, right? All the reversals, the double-agenting, I loved it. Like Deep Cover and I’m all Laurence Fishburne. In too deep for my own good, flippin’ and trippin’. But I had it under control. It’s easy if you’re not worried about right and wrong. You know, if you’re just worried about yourself. Priorities, man, I have ’em.

– And the rest?

– Easy-peasy, man. Hey, I don’t want you bouncing me around every day, but you made it easy to play the role. That shit was scary. And then in the trial? That worked out perfect. The way you were playing it all stoic set me up just right when I cracked. I mean, the plan was, you’d be telling your story and I’d hop in with mine. But the way it played was better yet. And my cherry, just when everyone is sure I’m full of it, just when they know I’m lying through my teeth, when I pop out with, I’m a spy! Did you see the look on Tom’s face? He shit his pants. He must have shit his pants. You though, you were stone cold. That’s what old lady Vandewater told me. Snap! That was it for Tom. Game ovaah!

– Yeah. Terry said something about Lydia?

– Oh, damn, Lydia. She really a lesbo? Cuz I’m just saying, some of that? I could do some of that.

Poncho slaps the top of his head.

He looks up at her.

– There’s plenty to go around, baby. No worries.

I grind some sleep from my eyes.

– How’d she go for you getting cut loose?

– Terry Bird to the rescue. After you took off to deal with Tom, Terry did some additional interrogation. He convinced Lydia, in a way where she was kind of thinking it was her own idea, that keeping me around was best. Double agent they could use to send false information back to the Coalition. She went for it. Plus, you know, the money. The Society is always hurting for money. Long as I’m here, I can help with that. So she agreed. House arrest. Gonna put a watch on me until I prove my loyalty. But that’ll come soon enough. And, hey!

He shows off his apartment and his girls again.

– Not like it’s a hard life up in here.

I look around.

– No, I can see that. Amongst all the other luxury, you got a phone?

– Sure, sure, landline’s right here.

He grabs a cordless handset from the coffee table and tosses it to me.

I point at Poncho’s room.

– OK if I use it in there?

– Sure, man.

I get up. So does The Count.

– Hey, Joe. We are cool, right? I mean, I am. I’m totally cool. I think you handled this shit straight up. Not easy getting played like that. You got nothing but respect from me.

I shrug.

– Yeah, we’re cool. All in the way of business. And hey.

I reach in my jacket and pull out the anathema.

– Got something for you.

I toss it to him.

– From the old lady’s. Fresh this morning. Terry sent it over.

He catches it.

– Oh yeah! Knew he’d come through.

He gives me a grin.

– Thought I smelled a little somethin’ somethin’ on you.

He gives it a sniff.

– It’s a little tired, but it’s good.

He turns to the girls.

– See, ladies, told you Joe is our man. Told you he knows business from personal.

Pigtails is on all fours, arching her back cat-style.

– When we gonna get personal, Joe Pitt?

She winks and hops up to help PJs get their works together.

The Count hands the bag to Poncho.

– Sure you don’t want to hang, Joe? I know you don’t indulge, but the fridge is stocked with regular, man. Have yourself a pint. Drink some booze. Get an old school buzz going.

He comes closer, puts an arm over my shoulder, points at Pigtails, kneeling on the floor with the other girls, getting the anathema ready.

– She really has taken a shine to you. And trust me, it’s freaky good. Especially after she has a skinful. She’s in another world, man.

I look at her. She catches me, blows a kiss, goes back to work.

– Maybe after my call.

He slaps my shoulder.

– That’s my man!

He joins the girls. I walk into the room made of doors.

Most of it’s taken up by a big mattress on the floor. Funky designer clothes from Lower East Side boutiques spill out of a chest of drawers. Three mobiles made of tin and colored glass dangle from the ceiling. I duck to go under one and graze it with my shoulder. It tinkles. One of the doors is paned with frosted glass. Through it I can see the ghosts of The Count and his ladies, in a circle on the floor.

I dial the phone.

He answers.

– Hello?

– It’s me.

– Hey, Joe. What’s up?

– I’ll take the job.

– Wow. Well. Good for you, man. About time you stopped being just a piece of the mosaic and started to help