“And he plugs it in and turns it on to see what happens, and what happens is it blows up. He loses an arm and an eye and Mrs. Rudenko, she’s right in front of it when it goes, she’s killed instantly.”

“What was it, a bomb?”

“You got it. You saw the story in the paper?”

“I must have missed it.”

“Well, it was five, six months ago. What they worked out was somebody rigged the set with a bomb and had it delivered to somebody else. Maybe it was a mob thing and maybe it wasn’t, because all the old man knew was what block he picked the set up on, and what does that tell you? Thing is, whoever received the set was suspicious enough to put it right out with the garbage, and it wound up killing Mrs. Rudenko. I saw Lou and it was a funny thing because he didn’t know who to get mad at. ‘It’s this fucking city,’ he told me. ‘It’s this goddamn fucking city.’ But what sense does that make? You live in the middle of Kansas and a tornado comes and picks your house up and spreads it over Nebraska. That’s an act of God, right?”

“That’s what they say.”

“In Kansas God uses tornadoes. In New York he uses gaffed television sets. Whoever you are, God or anybody else, you work with the materials at hand. You want another Coke?”

“Not right now.”

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m looking for a pimp.”

“Diogenes was looking for an honest man. You have more of a field to choose from.”

“I’m looking for a particular pimp.”

“They’re all particular. Some of them are downright finicky. Has he got a name?”

“Chance.”

“Oh, sure,” Danny Boy said. “I know Chance.”

“You know how I can get in touch with him?”

He frowned, picked up his empty glass, put it down. “He doesn’t hang out anywhere,” he said.

“That’s what I keep hearing.”

“It’s the truth. I think a man should have a home base. I’m always here or at Poogan’s. You’re at Jimmy Armstrong’s, or at least you were the last I heard.”

“I still am.”

“See? I keep tabs on you even when I don’t see you. Chance. Let me think. What’s today, Thursday?”

“Right. Well, Friday morning.”

“Don’t get technical. What do you want with him, if you don’t mind the question?”

“I want to talk to him.”

“I don’t know where he is now but I might know where he’ll be eighteen or twenty hours from now. Let me make a call. If that girl shows up, order me another drink, will you? And whatever you’re having.”