![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Come dark, the Park was filled with cops who swung first and asked questions later. No good, Riff decided, to each of these possibilities. They could even break up and walk through the Park singly with an exaggerated movement of hips, until one of them picked up some lousy fag to bust around before taking his wallet and watch. Or they could prowl the bushes until they found some jerk making it with his date and see if they could get into the act. They could move over to Central Park and look for a drunk they could roll because there were a couple of men in the Jets who needed watches. ![]() There were a couple of things they could do. It was all right for juniors like Baby-John to hang around and wait for orders, but nightly he had to show the Jets that he could keep them as busy and as important as Tony had when that missing person was planning their scene. But all day he had been feeling restless, itching and aching to get started, to get the Jets off their ass and into action. Once daylight-saving time was in effect, the action had to start later, after it was really dark. Riff Lorton looked at the wristwatch he had rolled off a drunk the week before, saw it was about nine o’clock, and groaned because most of the night was still ahead. ![]()
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