"Mostly." "What do you mean mostly? There was another fight after that?" she asked. Her face crinkled up in disgust. "Maybe," I responded hesitantly. She got up from her chair, stomped out from behind her desk, and over to a cabinet on the far wall. She pulled open a drawer and grabbed a blue and...
He was working his way up the food chain and was getting close to the top. He had hit the docks, night after night, following the lead he had gotten from the drug dealer who had shot Barber. From there he had gone to the Sodo district, Downtown, and finally a rundown apartment building up on Pill...
He squeezed between the board and the door jamb to enter the foyer of what appeared to have been, at one time, a very nice home. Clearly a victim of foreclosure during the market crash, it was still littered with expensive looking furniture, the owners had failed to take with them in their haste ...