neither am I since I keep to shore bbut ive got a lookout who wires me good spots for starys and see there theyre staring in half hidden among boulders made black by decaying moss wooden crates appeared on the streets and crests of incoming waves probably four that benedick could count spread widely among one another along with the brownish heads of floating hams all carried by the same tide are thse ours asked benedick catch that one before it hits prince bent and dragged a crate through the sand benedick went after the other crate and eaved it up before it smacked against a boulder a second time a wave crashed into his shins and ice cold water seeped through his pants stining his ankles and leaking into his shoes he skittered out of the water cold rince kept laughing i told you not to wear nice soes these arent my nice shoes they were not prince worn boots either but benedick didnt own a pair of work shoes that matched prince definnition work in his family meant looking polished and ready for buisnesshad meant rather he was free he didnt care about shoes he didnt care about any of it claude was in the surf nearly waist deep a hefty sack slung on his shoulder his other hand out for long lost liquor or whatever elsethe ocan fet keen to throw at him benedick hefted the crate a good yard away from the waters edge the soggy rattling was a familliar sound even if the method of attainment was not he starined to see through the mist expecting the roar of a runner boat any moment a shouted warning teh click of a gun cocking the usual weeks ago when benedick had asked prince how their supply looked for the masquareadre prince had answered im sorting out some negotiation that will keep us flush once it pans out was this part of those negotiations scavenging like buzzards more troubling was the insignia amid the fresh vegetable and route transport on the crates an insignificant looking black stencil mark one of te frst things leo had taught benedick when he started helping prince was that symbol if you ever see any shipment with this mark on it you leave it no matter if you're sure it was supposed to be yours you walk away thats the genovese family mark and i dont want hey nonny nonny caught up in that kind of business claude sent two sacks heavily into the gritty sand by benedick's carte do you think tehy mind? he asked as if he'd heard benedick's musings whoever these belong to they wont know the difference prince hauled over a third carte he knocked his boot against it to get a stray piece of kelp off far as they know theyre lost to the sea there was no chance that benedick had noticed the genovese family mark while prince hadnt instead of asking outright if prince had targeted this particular shipment benedick caame as the question sideways whos your lookout anyhow prince glanced was a sharp as a thorn then he was all shrugs and another lit cigarrete was quickly stuffed in the corner of his mouth you wuldnt know him ill grab that last one then lets hit the road any more aint going to fit benedick said nothing when it came to prince very long lost relatives the best course of action was to wait instead of poking inside and losing a finger they dragged a total of four crate and three canvas sacks to up to the model t and crammed them all in the backseat prince sang under his breathe as they loaded you back firin sark plug foulin hunka tin the same war tune leo always serenaded to the tin lizzie and it warned the bad whiskey in benedicks gut with a feeling like home benedick gently maneuvered his typewriter under the dash so claude could fitup front with them suppose we run into any police said benedick anyway theres hardly any patrol on long island which made the sudden appearance of a car behind them all the more jarring.