Chapter 12
The huge, dilapidated air conditioning unit at Pop’s Chinatown office had broken down again. Mammoth industrial floor fans hammered the hot air from all angles of the loft. Every window in the place was open. The fans circulated scents of peanut oil and Chinese spices from the take-out joints below. It was noon and Neal was waiting for the first wave of swimsuit models. At Andreas’ insistence, and to align with photographer Denny Matthews schedule, they were shooting on Fire Island that weekend. They were also starting with the stable of escorts that advertised in Pop weekly. If nothing panned out, Neal could move on to more legitimate models. Waiting, looking sharp in a short sleeved Brook’s Brothers button-up shirt and narrow Seersucker pants, Neal thought of Dewalt and smile
