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was sabotaging ships docked on the East River. And let me tell you something else, Jack. In twenty years, you’re going to see the recruitment of white Aryan nation types by whites in gated communities to protect themselves from the armies of Obama’s spawn.”
    â€œNo argument there,” Jack said with an angry shake of his head. “He and Clinton let the Muslim interests overrun this country. Not the religious, not the faithful, but the hateful. They failed to filter out the ones who have nothing but hate and murder behind their obsequious smiles and disingenuous eyes.”
    Sol snorted. “Who’s got the big vocabulary, now?”
    Jack snorted in return. “Words are like cojones, ” he growled. “I got ’em when I need ’em. Hell, I’ll bet those functionaries have got a better health plan than you do.”
    â€œMy health plan’s got six chambers,” Sol chuckled. “Hey, if I worried about my health, would I be in the business I’m in?”
    Jack couldn’t dispute that, either. “Did I miss the connection to the working girl?” he asked.
    Sol laughed. “Nah. I go off like that sometimes. So, the girl. I’ve met a lot more hookers than you—least I hope so. If they talk about themselves they’re lying, from the fake name to their sob story. If they’re talking about other hookers, rivals, they’re lying, too. If they talk about pimps or madams, they’re also lying. But if they’re talking about anyone or anything else, you can take it to the bank.”
    The big Mercedes was speeding and weaving toward Montgomery Street when a black SUV sped by as if Sol’s car didn’t exist. It only slowed when it got to the Filbert Steps in the shadow of Coit Tower. The SUV’s pitch-black exterior and blacked-out windows set off alarms in Jack’s head. One look at Sol and the reporter could see the mobster’s buzzers had been tripped as well.
    â€œFord Explorer Limited,” Sol said. “Even the silver trim and wheel rims have been darkened.”
    The pair peered after the Ford, which parked a half block ahead of them. They watched as three men emerged. All wore dark slacks, dark zip-up jackets, dark caps, and dark sunglasses.
    â€œThey’re definitely packing,” Sol said.
    â€œBy the hang of their jackets I’m guessing suppressed Glocks.” He stared grimly at the SUV. “We can’t get near them. They’ll know they’re made and try to deep-six us, too.” Jack was still holding his cell phone. “Get to the Filbert Steps. If we move fast, we may be able to cut them off at the pass.”
    Sol was already on that page as he sped around the edges of Pioneer Park, heading toward the base of the famous stairwell starting at Sansome Street, a locale in the Humphrey Bogart film Dark Passage . Jack thumbed the LAST CALL button. Sammy picked up on the first ring.
    â€œYou got company,” Jack said evenly.
    â€œI heard. I figured it was them.”
    â€œYou got a firearm?”
    â€œI’ve got a seltzer bottle, Jack’”
    â€œThen get out, now.”
    â€œWe’re in the middle of the second floor. I could drop out the window but if she breaks a leg—”
    â€œNo,” Jack said. “Just keep quiet. Keep alert. Keep the phone on. And follow my instructions.”
    While Jack told him what to do he studied a Google Earth map of the area. He zoomed in. He zoomed to the quaint three-story apartment building with its second floor bay windows and stucco roof tiles. It was nestled between two larger buildings on either side, so it was likely that one killer would go up the front stairs while the two others fanned out on either side of the building. The second man would probably cover the back exit and the third would watch any other egress. No doubt a fourth man was still in the SUV, behind the wheel.
    By then Sol had already parked at