"That's what I figure they shoulda done to Eichmann, just let 'im walk down the street in Israel."

"Screw the Jews. Eichmann didn't fuck no six-year-old kids up the ass," said Vinny.

"I don't understand how he could get it up there." Jimmy O'Day finally lit his cigarette.

"I'll tell you somethin' else," said Tooky. "I told Patrick if he ever leaves the house without me or his mother I'll beat his ass black and blue."

"I tol' my kid the same," said Eddie. "I don't care if he sits there watchin' TV for the rest of his life, long as that bastard's on the loose he ain't goin' nowhere without me or Ginny."

"Fuck that. Ain't lettin' my kid out even with my wife. Anybody'd do that to a kid, God knows what he'd do to a full-grown woman," said Vinny.

"No offense, Vinny, but I don't think your wife got nothing to worry about," said Jimmy O'Day.

Eddie and Tooky laughed.

"Lissen, douchebag..." Vinny pointed a finger at Jimmy O'Day.

"I'm only kiddin'." Jimmy O'Day laughed, laying a hand on Vinny's arm. "Tooky, giv'im another." Jimmy O'Day took a dollar from his own pile and dropped it a few inches toward the inside edge of the bar.

Tooky poured two fingers of Wild Turkey into Vinny's glass and rung up'Jimmy O'Day's dollar.

"I think they should string that guy up by the thumbs and give sticks with nails and razors to all the kids," said Eddie.

"You're fuckin' sicker than him," said Vinny. "Hey, Tooky, bring over that picture." Tooky took a police pencil sketch off the window and laid it down on the bar.

"Hey, Jimmy, it looks like you," Vinny said.

"It looks like your mother," said Jimmy O'Day.

"It does a little at that."

"Not even on a joke," admonished Tooky.

"Lissen here." Eddie squinted at the sketch. "Has bad acne scars. That's it, the guy's had a rotten childhood, he had acne."

"Big fuckin' deal," said Tooky. "When I was a kid I had a face like a pizza pie. I don't go around molestin' little kids."

Eddie didn't pursue it.

"All you guys live in Parkchester?" They turned to Stony.

"Aroun' there." Jimmy O'Day smiled.

"You hear about this guy?" Eddie said.

"The Parkchester Pervert?" Stony used the name coined in the Daily News.

They laughed. "Looka' this fuckin' kid," Vinny said. "He looks like he's been here ten years."

Stony's skintight T-shirt was smeared with lubricating oil. His biceps glistened dully in the bar light. He took a cigarette from Eddie's pack on the bar. Feelin' good.

"How they treatin' ya, Stony?" Jimmy O'Day offered him a light.

"Can't complain." He nodded graciously.

"You like workin' here?"

"Can't complain."

"Whada you think a this creep?"

Stony took a plunge. "Who ya mean, Vinny?" They all laughed except Vinny.

"The other creep."

"He's a sick man." Stony tensed his muscles. Strike one. A chorus of groans.

"So was Hitler," Tooky said.

"So was Nixon," Stony replied. Strike two.