“I’m glad you’re here,” Healy said. “I got something to tell you.” “I doubt it’s as big as what I’ve got to tell you.” “Nothing like a pissing contest first thing in the morning to get your blood going, huh?” “Fine,” Joe said, reaching into his pocket. “Heads or tails?” “Tails.” “I knew you were ...
Cops walked their beats. Lids walked his. I also knew Lids by his real name, Larry Lester. He was two years younger than me, but had been a year ahead of me at school. He had been Lincoln High School’s fair-haired boy, destined for a vastly different trajectory than the arc he was now traveling. ...
He had to admit, the dog was good company. But he didn’t want his focus divided. He was going back to Ferris Street to ask about the kid. He knew there were things people wouldn’t tell the cops. Some people didn’t like cops. Or trust them. And some cops could be bullies. No one liked bullies. Gul...
The stops came easy, went fast. Joe smiled when passing drivers, stuck for several minutes behind his soot belching truck, gave him the finger as they passed. And all because he’d kissed a girl. That’s as far as it had gone, as far as he was willing to let it go. They’d stood there for an hour ta...