"Through the door, right, you’ve made a U-turn. You’re headed south. When you get to the revolving door, at the corner of the building, left. Into the restaurant, straight through it, into the kitchen, exit onto Eighteenth. Green step-van with silver lettering, south side of Eighteenth. I’ll be there." He turned his head, as if scanning the display of shoes, most of which, today, Tito found very ugly. "They have radios, the men who’ll try to take you, and phones, but all of that will be jammed, as soon as you move."