porn sites. I didn't sign up, I just looked at the marketing."
"And you always read Playboy for the articles," Susan said.
"Scan a few porn sites," I said. "After a short time, they become pretty repellent. What struck me was the contempt with which the product is marketed. It seems aimed almost entirely at people who dislike women. The women are always referred to as whores or sluts or bitches or whatever. They are voraciously eager to dangle your doop or flap your floop or whatever the site was selling. I even scanned some gay sites. Same thing. The object of desire, male or female, is treated with scorn, except for their uncontrollable willingness to bleep your bippy."
"No mutuality," Susan said.
"None," I said.
"You're not the first to notice that," Susan said.
"How disappointing," I said.
Susan smiled. "So you're saying commercial sex and porno dehumanize the object of desire?"
"And the object which desires," I said. "Works both ways."
"So perhaps pornography and prostitution are not victimless crimes," Susan said.
"Probably not," I said. "The trick is to figure out which is the victim."
"The questions are too cosmic for me," Susan said.
"But on a level where I can operate, it seems clear that April, while perhaps less unfortunate than she was, is still a victim."
10
One of April's girls, on her night off, was walking back from Copley Place when she was yanked into an alley near the mansion and badly beaten. Her nose was broken; a tooth was knocked out. Her face was bruised and a rib was cracked. She was out for a while and when she came to, she got herself up and dragged herself back to the mansion, where April called an ambulance.
They set her nose and taped her ribs and gave her some pain meds and kept her overnight for observation. In the morning, April and I brought her home.
"You take as much time as you need, Bev," April said. "Get better."
Bev tried a small smile, but it fell short.
"Nobody's paying anything for me the way I look now."
"You'll be fine once you recover," April said. "You need dental work, we'll get it for you."
Bev tried a nod, and that hurt, too, so she didn't do anything.
"Don't be afraid of the Percocet," I said. "Take it as scheduled, even if you don't need it."
"You ever get beat up?" Bev said.
"Some," I said. "It's important to stay ahead of the pain."
April went upstairs with her. I went in the living room with Hawk.
"So do I walk them to the movies now?" he said.
"And while you're gone they bust in here and make a mess?" I said.
"Be a good plan," Hawk said.
I nodded.
"Beating her up could have been a random act."
"Sure it could," Hawk said.
"But we both know it's not," I said.
"'Course we do," Hawk said.
"Making trouble here is much more effective," I said. "It'll ruin her business overnight."
"But I'm here," Hawk said.
"So they beat this kid up," I said. "Maybe to see if that will scare April into doing what they want, maybe in hopes you'll start escorting the girls outside, and they can come here unimpeded."
"Maybe both," Hawk said.
"We need to impede both," I said.
"We a body or two short," Hawk said.
"Maybe we should call Vinnie," I said.
"Outta town," Hawk said. "Gino's opening up something in Cincinnati. Vinnie supporting his efforts."
"How long?"
"Vinnie thinks he'll be a while," Hawk said. "He got a lot of people to persuade."
"Well, he's not the only thug we know."
"How about the little pachuco from LA," Hawk said.
"Pachuco?" I said. "Nobody says pachuco anymore."
"Or the tough fag from Georgia," Hawk said.
"Tedy Sapp?" I said. "You think he calls you the tough nigger from Boston?"
"Probably," Hawk said. "Toughest fag I ever saw."
"I'll make the calls," I said.
11
I talked to Chollo first.
"You know what a pachuco is," I said.
"I used to."
"Hawk thinks you're a pachuco," I said.
"We all pachucos at heart, Senor," Chollo said.
"Si," I said. "You want to come to Boston?"
"Where it's eight degrees with thirty inches of snow," Chollo said.
"I need some backup."
"Mr. Del Rio is in conflict with some gentlemen from my native land," Chollo said, "and I'm supposed to go down there with Bobby Horse and resolve it."
"In the usual way?" I said.
"Si."
"Take a while?" I said.
"Not after we find them," Chollo said. "How 'bout Vinnie?"
"He's doing something in Cincinnati," I said.
"Didn't know anybody was doing something in Cincinnati," Chollo said.
"I've had fun in Cincinnati," I said.
"Gringos have fun in Pasadena," Chollo said. "I'm sorry I can't help you out, my friend."
"Okay," I said. "Walk careful