Once it was settled he wouldn’t be competition for our clients, we relaxed, but we still kept an eye on him. He never brought anyone home with him. That wasn’t too unusual. We figured he probably took whoever he was seeing to a motel or else went to their place.
Yeah, we discussed Vincent. Quite a bit. We’d never met anyone like him.
We learned he was a troubleshooter for Huntingdon, although we had no clue what he troubleshot. He came and went, and went and came. Sometimes he’d be gone for weeks at a stretch, but his rent was paid on time, and he never harassed any of the boys if they ran into him.
And if Paul or I ran into him on the stairs, we’d say “Hi,” although it seemed to me that Paul ran into him more than any of us, even though he’d been the first to say, “This is one dude we’d better leave alone”
“You’re not falling in love with him, are you, Pretty Boy?” I deliberately used his workingname.
“He’s not a john, Sweetcheeks.”