Lenny was not Josh’s favorite busboy, but Josh didn’t stint on sharing the tips. That wouldn’t be nice. But it wasn’t nice of Lenny never to say thanks. Lenny was just too oily for Josh’s taste. As manager at Emilio’s, Josh felt he had to be, if not nice, fair. Still, Josh was not too surprised by what happened.

“Uh, Josh, you know that couple was in here the other night?”

“The other night?”

“Last night. The ones in the corner. The ones gave you the hundred.”

“Yeah?”

“I got a picture of them.”

“Not sure what you mean, Lenny.”

“With my cell. While they was—heh heh heh.”

“You know you’re not supposed to do that, right?”

“Well, it’s done. Good picture, too. Do you think they might be interested in it?”

“Not sure what you mean.”

“You know. Like they might like to have it. Kind of like a — what you call it? Memoir.”

“Memoir?”

“Not memoir. Souvenir. A souvenir of the especially good time they had. Heh heh heh.”

“I couldn’t say.”

“I was thinking it might be worth something to them.”

“We don’t do that.”

“So you keep telling me. But I have the picture and it seems a shame not to do something with it.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Like post it here and there on the Internet. That is, if they’s not interested.”

“How interested?”

“Like maybe a couple of hundred. He’s rich, right? An up-and-comer. Hey, up-and-comer, heh heh heh.

“And what do you want me to do?”

“I thought maybe you could feel them out—if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t mind feeling her out. Heh heh heh. If you know what I mean.

“What you’re suggesting is illegal. You could go to jail.”

“I don’t think it would come to that. I’m just giving them first crack, you know? First crack—heh heh.

“So you haven’t shared the picture with anyone?”

“Not yet.”

“So what exactly do you want me to do?”

“I thought maybe you know the guy’s email. Or the girl’s—that would be even better. Heh heh heh.”

“I might know it. What would be my cut?”

“Your cut? They’s your friends, right? So you’d be doing them a good deed.”

“I don’t think I’d be a friend if I gave you their email address. But if you give me the camera, I could show it to them. See if they’re interested.”

“I don’t think it would work like that.”

“How do you think it would work?”

“You’re the college guy. You tell me.”

“Okay, Lenny. You email the picture to me, and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay, but maybe you need to spot me something first. What do they call it? Collateral damage?”

“Right, collateral. But I don’t have that on me now. Tell you what. How about you find your collateral damage in the meat locker? Couple of dozen steaks sound about right?”

“Sure. Heh heh, that sounds like it would work. You’ll turn off the surveillance camera?

“Yup.”

“Then when I get the steaks safely home I send you the picture.”

“Yup.”

“Deal. Heh heh heh.”

The next morning Josh extracted the frosty cell phone from Lenny’s pocket before calling the cops.