“Was that what you were trying to do when you grabbed my wrist and felt up my arms and jerked my coat off?” I Asked.
The manager’s face kept getting darker. The attendant didn’t say anything.
After a moment, the manager said disgustedly, “Okay, Louie, get the hell out of here.”
Louie left without a word.
The manager turned to me. “Now,” he said, “this is too bad.”
“For you.”
“For one of us,” he admitted. “I’m in so deep, I’m not going to quit. Suppose you tell me about you.”
“What about me?”
“Who you are, what you’re doing here, and how I know this isn’t a racket.”
“What isn’t a racket?”