I sighed. “Yes.”
Abruptly he was wide awake. “I’ve gotta get to him.”
“I want you to go to the cafeteria first, okay? Sweetcheeks is with Matheson. You remember Matheson, don’t you?” He shook his head, and I sighed again. “Never mind. Just find Sweets and the man he’s with, and tell them to come up to room 412.”
“But—” I gave him a look, and his shoulders slumped. “Okay, Vince. See you up there.”
I made sure he was headed in the right direction this time, then went back to the fourth floor. Pretty Boy was starting to get sleepy. Narcotics hit some people that way.
“I’m back.”
“Where’s Spike?”
“He went to get Sweetcheeks and Matheson.”
“Mathe—who?”
“Matheson. He’s my…. He works with me.”
“Vince. Have you finally found someone?” He looked as overjoyed as someone looped on dope coul
