I thought, no, no, Heller. He knows the Faustino mob saw you! He’s just going to use you to scare them off!
He must have seen Heller was reluctant. “Look, kid. You’re going to college. If you go to Empire, I can give you some steers and pointers. We don’t have a restaurant but we have a kitchen that serves great food to rooms and you can get sandwiches. We can’t serve you any booze because it’s obvious you’re a minor and it would be illegal. But you could have all the soft drinks you wanted. Listen. We’ll even keep you from being embarrassed by the UN people thinking you’re part of the help. We’ll cook up some story about you being the son of a dictator or something incognito and living here to go to college.”
It wasn’t the danger I was worried about. I couldn’t see how I could sneak Raht in there to rifle his baggage! Whorehouses go crazy when you try to rifle baggage. They think you’re trying to roll the customers and get them in trouble with the police! And those gunsels had looked formidable! It would be like trying to reach Heller in jail!
I knew what was wrong with Vantagio. He was still in shock and overreacting with gratitude. Heller wasn’t all that prepossessing!
“Now, this place is full of good-looking women,” said Vantagio, “and a good-looking kid with muscles like yours will have them swarming at you. But you can always call one of the madames if they bother you. What say, kid? Is it a deal?”
“Do you have boys here?” said Heller.
“Cripes no!” exploded Vantagio. “That was just that dumb hood’s idea. He’s… was… gay. So how about it, kid?”
Heller barely started to nod when Vantagio was out of his seat and racing to the door. He peeked into the lobby. The stiff team and bodies were gone. The cleaning lady was mopping up the floor.
Vantagio said to the clerk, “Hit the buzzers.” And shortly numerous staff began to drift in and then the elevators started going and numerous beautiful women in various stages of dishabille began to drift into the lobby. They were of all colors from all parts of the world, though white predominated. The lobby got pretty full of half-bare legs and half-exposed breasts.
Vantagio grabbed off Heller’s cap and told him to stand up on a marble ledge. The sea of upturned lovely faces looked like the color plates of the porno and movie magazines had all gone into a mad shuffle. A montage of alluring beauties!
In a very commanding voice, Vantagio said, pointing at Heller, “This kid just saved my life. I want you to treat him decent.”
A whoosh of pent-up breath sounded in the room and a concerted “Ooooo!” I couldn’t understand it. What could they see in Heller? Then I realized it was off-season for them. Man-starved.
“He’s going to live here,” said Vantagio.
If the “Ooooo” was loud before, it doubled now, interspersed with some pants!
Oh, my Gods, I thought. If the Countess Krak could only see this!
“Now, listen,” said Vantagio, raising his voice to be heard, “he’s underage as you can plainly see. He’s jail bait! And if he complains about anybody bothering him, out that (bleepch) goes!”
Mutters.
Vantagio shouted up to the balcony, “Mama Sesso! You hear that?”
A big, heavy-breasted woman, black-haired, muscular, mustached, shouted, “I’m here, Signore Meretrici!” And she came forward to the rail and looked down.
“As Chief Madame,” shouted Vantagio, “you’re going to see that enforced and that all the other madames enforce it!”
“I got it, Signore Meretrici. If they don’t do what the young boy tells them, out they go.”
“No, no, no!” cried Vantagio. “You’re to keep them off him! He’s a kid. Jail bait! They could get us on a morals charge!”
Mama Sesso nodded severely. “I a-got it, Signore Meretrici. I a-seen what the boy do on-a the close circuit TV. He save-a you life. He’s-a faster than a-Cesare Borgia! He’s a-good to have around. Maybe he save-a all-a our lives next. La Santissima Vergine send-a him. If they don’ do right by the young boy, out-a they go!”
“Right!” said Vantagio.
Some madames swatted their palms together and the assemblage began to disperse, several sets of lovely eyes remaining reluctantly on Heller. Did they suppose, I thought disgustedly, that he was something to eat? He was far too young for their general taste!
A uniformed attendant came up and struggled with Heller’s baggage. Heller helped him, and because the elevator was jammed, they walked up to the second floor on thickly carpeted stairs.
Vantagio led the way down a long hall and they came to a small room. It was plain but it was clean-almost sanitary. The iron bedstead was white and so was the chest of drawers. The bathroom was small but modern. All strictly utility.
“How’s this?” said Vantagio.
“Fine,” said Heller.
Some of the women had followed down the hall. But Vantagio peremptorily ordered them away. He got out some old cards and a ball point. Using the back of one, he wrote an address on it.
“Now, this,” he said to Heller, “is a tall man’s shop. You go out and buy yourself a summer suit you haven’t grown out of. And get something besides baseball shoes! You got dough?”
“Lots,” said Heller.
“Good. But you wash up and when you come down, bring any excess dough and I’ll give you a small personal safe with your own combination. We want to keep this an honest house!” He left.
Heller stowed his things, washed up, checked the lock on his door and then went down with the fifty thousand in the paper sack his breakfast had come in.
Vantagio showed him the battery of private safes and how to open one. It seemed UN people carried documents and things around they wanted stowed for the few hours they might be there.
Heller mastered how to change the combination and then changed it so fast I couldn’t read it off! But it would be impossible to get near it or even get to his baggage. My interest in stealing it was purely academic. It punched through how protected he was now!
He left the Gracious Palms on foot, happy I suppose to have some exercise. I wasn’t happy. He had more guns pointing at him now than I could easily count. The Faustino mob knew his face and he had killed three of their men, one of them maybe a lieutenant of the mob! And add in Police Inspector Grafferty. He had seen Heller face to face and cops remember things — that’s their trade: mentally cataloguing who to shoot down next!
Shortly it did not help my morale a bit to receive the day’s report of Raht and Terb. It read:
Went to whorehouse and got (bleeped) and they stole his baggage. He’s probably broke but seems safe.
I could have killed them!
Chapter 3
Miles from the UN area, and now in the garment district, Heller was clickety-clacking along, on his way to I knew not where but, if I knew Heller, up to no good.
It was evidently a hot midday in New York and people were slouching along, mopping their faces and carrying their coats over their arms. One would have thought that they would have glanced at Heller but New York is a peculiar place: practically nobody ever looks at anybody no matter what they are doing — including rape and murder. Even dead bodies can lie on the street until the sanitation department gets a complaint — and answers it if they happen to have any appropriation that month. So Heller was attracting no attention.
Wait! I was wrong!
Heller glanced back and I saw someone quickly turn. Was it Raht or Terb? I got the other screen working and stilled it. No, it wasn’t Raht or Terb. It was too brief a glimpse to make it out. But someone had noted his departure.
They push delivery carts of racked clothes through the streets of the garment district at a mad pace and Heller was dodging these. He had come to a shop. The sign said: