Gino Montasoinos - Narration

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hands thrust into his empty pockets as he stared balefully at the noise hurrying street in the tower buildings besides deep, I looked down at his feet, a long walk back to 34th Street. He was buffeted about by the crowd until he found out that the only way to walk in New York was dead ahead without caring who you knocked down. After that, he made fair progress, accustomed as he was to looking 30 miles in any direction without seeing anything more startling than a Joshua tree tax. At some difficulty finding the bar, he walked around and around the blocks adjacent to Penn Station high heels, hurting worse and worse. By the time he had run out of epithets for pavement in people, I noticed that he kept seeing one particular man, always behind. Fellow was round and beefy, red faced, and he walked with heavy list, as though about to fall over once tax walk straight back to where the fellow stood and then for fear he was mistaken a lot him to go on, peering into the shop window. After all, thought Tex, you couldn't tell these damn greenhorns apart. Know how again he searched for the bar, and he found plenty of bars. But none of them look just right. Once more, he noticed the fat one behind him. It dawned upon texting that headquarters was shadowing him, hoping that he'd lead them to some of its supposed pals. Text thought that over. It takes a long time from Arizona to get mad. He has lots of time. Lots of space to get mad usually ends up getting mad at all. This was different people bumping when l was grinding overhead. Lock away. Seventh Avenue subway was yowling under his skittish feet. 3000 cabs honking their horns, text walk straight back to the shadow and grab them by. The coat. Man was so startled. Cigarette jumped out of his mouth and showered sparks down his vest, gave the detective thorough shake and then dropped him to the paint booth. Shadow scuttled back. This was unprecedented. He could hardly call for aid because to do that will be to admit that he had shadowed so poorly that he had been detected in act. Made the best of it by half, walking half running out of sight, text world around and started to block again. This time he was successful without pausing in his stride. He stumped into the bar and up to the bar. Bartender recognized him and went a little ash. Texas face was grim is an Indian's.