“That’s no never mind.”

“You know a guy named Richie?”

“I don’t know nobody.”

William put his hands down on the cash register and gave me the jailhouse stare. The older woman came up behind him and put a hand on his right forearm that he didn’t seem to feel. They couldn’t hear us, but they knew what we were talking about. Funny, how that works. I said, “My friend has a child, too, Angelette. She’s got a life that she doesn’t want to lose, just like you don’t want to lose this life.”

William pushed past the older woman and came out from behind the counter carrying a two-foot length of galvanized pipe. Even with the smock you could see the strong forearms and the hard shoulders. Dannemora weight room. “You better get on out of here, man. She ain’t on the street no more and she ain’t goin’ back. She don’t want nothin’ to do with you.”

“I just want to talk to her.”

“You ain’t gonna be talkin’ to nobody with this pipe upside your head.”

I took out the Dan Wesson and cocked it and pointed it at him. I didn’t like coming into their lives and I didn’t like pulling the gun. But I didn’t like what was happening to Karen Lloyd, either. I said, “That’s her choice, William. Not yours.”

The older woman made a low moaning sound and began to wring the gray cloth, rocking herself back and forth.

I said, “Five minutes and I’m gone, Angelette. I won’t bother you again.”

William stepped closer. Guess you been to Dannemora, you’re not so impressed by the gun. “I ain’t saying it twice, Mister Man. There ain’t no Angelette here. There ain’t no bad things here.”

Angelette looked up at me for a time, then nodded once to herself, like maybe she’d seen something she could live with or couldn’t live without. “You got deliveries to make, William. Why don’t you get to’m.”

William’s eyes got wider and he pointed the pipe at me. “He ain’t nothin’ here. He ain’t the police. You ain’t got to talk to him.”

She was looking at him steadily, and when she spoke, her voice was soft. “He’s trying to help his lady, William. What you gonna do, hit him with that pipe? You get violated, then what? You be back in Dannemora, where I’m gonna be then, makin’ more dirty movies?”

“Don’t you say that.”

“Workin’ those streets again?”

“Don’t you say that.” He blinked hard twice, then looked down at her as if it had taken a physical effort to move his eyes from me to her.

She said, “Make your deliveries, William. When you get back, he’ll be gone and everything gonna be just like it was before. Please, William.”