they were all living in this apartment as if it were a
besieged fort. They were at war with the entire black underworld. It wasn't
just their old enemies now. Lupo had friends. An open contract was out on all
their heads. Everybody wanted to be in on the toppling of the tyro king, the
heir of Harry Brown. Everyone in Harlem wanted a piece of the action. Threats
were coming at him in the meanest ways. Crippled old women came to the
downstairs with packages of shit. Joe the doorman received vicious letters, to
be given to him. Ossie had changed the phone number twice, yet the phone still
rang with unwanted and obscene callers. It was as if the C.C. Riders and all
their lesser kin had an open line to the inner workings of the phone company.
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