He looked at me, not laughing any more. "I don't see you before."
"My first trip."
He jerked a thumb at the hack. "Who's your trick?"
"A businessman. Name is Stenn."
"Yeah? What kind business?"
I shook my head. "We don't quiz the cash customers, Joe."
"Let's take a look." Naples moved off toward the hack, the boys at his side. I followed. Naples looked in at Stenn. Stenn sat relaxed and looked straight ahead. Naples turned away, nodded to one of his helpers. The two moved off a few yards.
The other man, a short bullet-headed thug in a grease-spatted overcoat, stood by the hack, staring in at Stenn. He took a heavy old-style automatic from his coat pocket, pulled open the door. He aimed the gun at Stenn's head and carefully squeezed the trigger.
The hammer clicked emptily.
"Ping," he said. He thrust the gun back in his pocket, kicked the door shut and went over to join Naples.