He was halfway down the block by the time Manny finally caught up to him.
“What’s the hurry, man?” Manny asked.
Dominic glanced around to make sure no one else was near. “Cops are at the hotel.”
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“I wish I was.”
“Why would they be there?”
“Why do you think?”
“You—you think they’re looking for us?”
Dominic glanced at him, dumbfounded. “Yes, Manny. They’re looking for us.”
“Because of last night?”
“What else could it be?”
“But how?” Manny asked.
“You must have left a fingerprint in the truck.”
“No way. I wore gloves the whole time.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Someone must have sold us out.”
“Ricky’s the only one who knew, right?” Dominic said.
“Ricky would never do that.” Manny had always trusted Ricky more than Dominic had. “Hey! What about the guy spotting for me? He knew what happened.”
“Do you know who he was?”
Manny thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Ricky never said.”
“Because he was keeping a tight hold on everyone, and likely didn’t tell the spotter who you were, either. Which means whoever it was couldn’t have ratted on you.”
Both men fell silent as they reached a corner where several people were waiting for the pedestrian light to turn green.
Once they were moving again and had separated from the other pedestrians, Manny continued, “You really think Ricky would turn on us like that?”
“He turned on Buono, didn’t he?”
“Well, yeah, but we all did.”
“We only did it because Ricky turned first.”
When Dominic, Manny, and the other members of the crew had been arrested, they’d kept their mouths shut untilthey found out Ricky had squealed on Buono. At that point, they’d had no choice but to do the same or face stiff sentences.
“But…but Ricky told me where to leave the truck so I wouldn’t be seen,” Manny argued. “Why would he do that, then sell us out?”
“Did you look around when you got out of the truck to makesurethere were no cameras? Or did you just trust what Ricky said?”
“I didn’t have time to check.”
