 The boy lying dead against the iron gate of the tenements basement court. Pablo Molari, Danny, from uptown, West 109th Street. Carried one of those handwritten identification cards. Find anything else on him? Not much. Five dollar bill in his wallet. His saint's medallion he's wearing on a chain around his neck. That's about all. Now, you question the people in the... Yeah, Danny, every door. No one ever heard of the kid. Had nothing to do with him. Didn't want to talk about him. You know, most of them were trying to sleep. The heat. The kid's squalling. You know. Yeah.