"At the north end of the park, Seventeenth Street, the Greenmarket. One sharp, don’t show before then. If you did, he wouldn’t be there. If you get within ten paces, and nothing’s happened, break and run. They’ll think you’ve seen them. Some of them will try to take him. Others will try to take you. Get away, but lose this in the process." He dropped the white rectangle of the iPod, in its Ziploc bag, into Tito’s jacket’s side pocket. "Run for the W, the hotel on the corner of Park and Seventeenth. Know it?"