CHAPTER 6EMPEROR OF SKID ROW
TOMMY TWOTOES, benefactor of the Bowery, didn’t arrive at Grogan’s Palace promptly at noon, but a telephone call did. When Suds summoned me to the phone and I recognized the woman’s voice I was so dumbstruck I asked:
“Who is this?”
“It’s Ginny, you i***t,” the voice replied.
“How did you get this number?” I asked her.
“From Chet,” she replied calmly. “He didn’t want to give it to me, but something’s come up.”
The sheer, cold cheek of the girl who had lured me into a death-trap only a few hours before left me speechless. I hesitated.
“Something about Vince?”
“Maybe,” she replied. “You remember that picture of you I had? The one in uniform? Well, it’s gone. Vince Parada was up in the apartment yesterday afternoon with Gert, the torch singer at the Triangl
