He was the hardcore of the three, so far. Like the other two he was very intelligent, and like the other two he had a record for sexual assault. But his jacket was very short, other than the information on the two crimes for which he’d served four and a half years. He was blond, about six one, and he fitted the general description that Stephanie Manske gave us for the mall parking lot thing. Doc and I picked up Jimmy Preggio in a pool hall on Milwaukee Avenue. He was with several of his brothers, and it got a little tense when I saw his buddies start to grip their cues a bit too tightly. ‘We want to talk to you, Mr Preggio,’ Doc explained as he showed the guy his badge and ID. But the three clowns with Preggio were standing still, with some very fierce body language. ‘This is a homicide investigation,’ I told the three onlookers. ‘Any of you guys here on probation?’ They headed for the bar without a blink.
