“Man, I’m whipped. Two raids tonight and one yet to go. And to think I could be dancing with the girl of my dreams right now at the Pier.” He loosened his tie and wiped the sweat from his face with the sleeve of his coat. “Life isn’t fair.” “Sure it is,” Steven said with a half smile, eyes closed and hat tipped low while resting on the backseat of the bureau vehicle driven by Lee Raby. “You were home free till you pulled that stunt this week. You’re lucky you got this detail instead of Hackett pulling your badge.” Joe shot a glance at the front seat where Raby was in deep discussion with Donze, then lowered his voice. “Hey, I was just trying to assess if it was booze in those milk jugs, or water.” One of Steven’s eyes edged up. “By upending it in front of the director?” Joe grinned. “So I was thirsty,” he said, poking Steven with his elbow. “Besides, how was I supposed to know Hack was in the head?”
