Flo Ott entered the building and ascended the staircase, letting herself into 2-D, a loft apartment centered on a large rectangular living room with wall-to-wall white carpeting. The furniture consisted of seven bloated armchairs in pale cream leather and two matching sofas, and in the middle, a ...
“Too bad,” Flo said. “You missed the all-time fruitcake yesterday. The mayor’s consultant shrink.” She and Frank Murphy and Marty Keane were sitting in her office, finishing their coffees. “The mayor and the commissioner retain him,” she said. “So he’s ours to use, free for nothing, whenever we w...
Shedrick, can you hear me?” I opened my eyes and saw the outline of a man’s face taking shape. Thin sandy hair, watery brown eyes probing, overly large ears that stuck out from his head like a small Volkswagen with the doors open. The absurd image stirred my attention. “Mr. Shedrick, sir…” The vo...