Title: Crimson Joy
Author(s): Robert B. Parker
Publisher(s): Dell
Pages: 304
Year: 1989
Format: MOBY
Language: English
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My man stopped under the roof of the subway entrance and looked at a group of five punkers across the entrance from him. A thin kid with skinny white arms left the others and came out and spoke with my man.
The kid wore a short-sleeved leather jacket over his narrow bare chest.
He had on black tights, probably made from polyester, tucked inside black motorcycle boots. The jacket and the boots were both studded with silver. The kid$prime;s hair was pink and cut in a high mohawk and he had maybe nine silver earrings in one ear. Bravado.
My man nodded and stepped out into the rain, and the kid went with him.
They continued up Mass. Ave. together in the rain. The kid$prime;s Mohawk wilted a little, but didn$prime;t run. Even in the rain there was a lot of street activity. People coming home from work, students going to the library, or the barroom, or the movies, a scattering of tourists coming to see the famous Harvard Square and looking vaguely puzzled when they found it. On the north side of Mass. Ave.» Harvard did its red brick loom, while on the south side the Holyoke Center, which was also Harvard, seemed grayer than usual in the wet evening.
At Putnam Street, where Mount Auburn merges with Mass. Ave.» we three turned toward the river, past the big furniture store and into a sort of shabby neighborhood where there wasn$prime;t much foot traffic. I dropped farther back. It was getting tricky now. Most of the homes here were multiple dwellings, and if he turned into one, I might end up with a choice of six names. I closed up. My man stopped before a green two-story, and gave a quick glance about. Furtive, since he$prime;d joined the kid.
I walked past them, my head ducked into the rain that seemed to be coming straight up Putnam Street off the river. A few steps beyond, I stopped and looked in the window of an Italian delicatessen and watched them by turning my eyes while I kept my head straight. My man watched me for a moment. The boy shook his arm and said something, and my man nodded and headed in the walk along the side of the building.