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keep an eye on her. She almost brought me up.”
    Len picks himself up. “I don't got one.”
    “That's because you don't go no farther than the candy store,” Kobie says.
    Len says nothing, merely scowls.
    Screwball carefully pulls up his zipper; doesn't want to skin a rabbit; hurt like hell last time.
    “Where you get the card?” he asks Wiley.
    “Where d'you think? I bought it. Some of us have a job, even if it is a shitty one.”
    Screwball flips his baseball cap again. “You never said what you do.”
    “It's not important,” Wiley replies.
    But it is important. Work is money, and money pays bills and allows him to buy things, however paltry. But there's no way he's ever going to tell any of them he works in a florist shop, doing faggy stuff like helping to display flower arrangements. That would be as bad as admitting you like to wear your girlfriend's bra and panties - not that he currently has a girlfriend. He's still working on that one.
    “So what's the plan?” Screwball asks. “You gonna take a ride on a bus somewhere?”
    “More like a train,” Wiley replies. He elaborates: "The cams at Union Square station ... they don't work - least not right now they don't.”
    Screwball's face glows with delight at the prospect of non-functioning cameras.
    “How the hell you know this?” Kobie asks. “I ain't doin' sumthin dumb only to be caught on tape.”
    “Remember little Joey Costa?” Wiley asks.
    “Yeah,” Kobie says. “He was a greasy little fuck - probably still is.”
    “Well, I bumped into him early today,” Wiley says, “- and yeah, he's still a greasy fuck.”
    Screwball finds that amusing, and starts to whoop it up real loud.
    “Anyway,” Wiley goes on, raising his voice above Screwball's, “his old man works on security at the station, and Joe was tellin’ me that some of the equipment over there is temporarily out.”
    “I was down there today, used the Broadway line,” Kobie says.
    “Well, apparently the cams were out,” Wiley replies, “and probably still are.”
    Len looks confused. “So what are you saying? That we can do stuff and not be caught?”
    Wiley adopts his most devious grin. “That, Lenny, is exactly what I'm sayin'.”
    “Count me the hell in!” Screwball hollers.
    Kobie, however, doesn't look quite as sold on the idea: “I dunno, man.”
    Wiley puts an arm around him. “We just fucked over some guy and you're worried about this?”
    Kobie feels like reminding Wiley that, technically, he didn't fuck anyone over, that all he did was shift a body. “That was different. No one could see us. No cameras there, workin' or whatever. I'm all up for doin' crazy shit - you know that – but I don't wanna walk into no bear trap.”
    “Nobody wants caught,” Wiley assures him. “But I swear to you, they're out - actually...” He fishes in his pocket and produces some bills. “I'm so positive we're onto a winner tonight, I'm gonna put my money where my mouth is and pay Screwball and Len's fares. We got nuthin to lose and everything to gain.”
    “Wow,” Len says. “Thanks, Wiley!”
    Screwball starts doing something that resembles a Red Indian dance, then falls over his legs.
    Kobie looks at his feet, thinks things over for a few moments. He could certainly be doing with scoring some cash, through fair means or foul.
    “Okay, let's do this then,” he finally says.
    Wiley slaps Kobie on the back. “I knew you wouldn't let the team down.” He slips his MetroCard into his rear pocket. From the corner of his eye, he sees Screwball rising to his feet. “Okay guys, let's get outta here the same way we came in, get this night properly underway.”
     
    *
     
    They've been tracking this one guy for the last five or so minutes; spotted him soon after leaving the diner. He's clearly a bad apple. Amber already would go as far as to brand him a serial rapist. Not only can she sense it from him, she can smell it.
    They make their way along East 8th street, hanging back