Leaning against the pounding wall of the Fiesta Grande nightclub, Thumbs watched as the street began to fill with the denizens of the night—predators and victims, the lost, the lonely, the jinked, chipheads, dopers, fools, and gutter-kin. He had one arm around Silver, and she snuggled against his big form as though she was his biff. This was Slammer territory, with gangers standing on every corner, in every doorway, sitting on every stoop, and nobody dared give Thumbs and Silver a second look.