He pulled back from the hands holding his shoulders and started around the guy. Hands grabbed Bobby's shoulders and held him. 'Hey, cabr��n' the guy said-laughing, but not in a nice way. It was like being surrounded by Harry and his friends, only worse. The second guy grabbed him again, not so gently this time. When he reached the next corner he re-crossed Nasty Gansett Street on the diagonal, getting back to the side The Corner Pocket was on.īobby pulled free, but the fourth guy pushed him back at the second. Bobby slipped into its shadow and kept going, shrinking back once when someone shouted and a bottle shattered. 'You want one from me, Moso?'Īcross from the bar was an out-of-business restaurant with a tattered awning still overhanging its soaped windows.
'He don't need no lesson from you,' Dee said. 'You got any money, t��o?' asked the third guy.
His jacket had been tied inside-out around his waist (no club jacket in here, he had told Bobby), but he wore the sign of the Diablos just the same. No wonder that pitchfork shape had looked familiar - it was tattooed on the guy's hand. It was the young man who had been playing the Frontier Patrol game in The Corner Pocket when Ted was making his bet. They looked around - Bobby too - and here came a fifth guy, also wearing a Diablos jacket, also wearing slacks with a sharp crease he had on loafers instead of pointy-toed boots, and Bobby recognized him at once.
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