“You charge him whatever you want to charge him, you ask if he’s police or a pimp. “All you got to do is go up to the car in front of us,” said Romeo, the young black man with heavy-lidded eyes at the wheel. Behind the tinted windows of the first car, Lucilia, a beautiful half–Puerto Rican, half-Dominican girl from Flatbush with long dark hair, pale skin, and wide eyes, sat with the other girls and listened carefully to her instructions. Another car was already parked there, waiting in the dark. The low-slung black car rolled to a stop on Rockaway Boulevard.
