Hate Is Thicker Than Blood (2009) - Plot & Excerpts
Lt. Jimbo Brannigan asked Lockwood the next morning at the headquarters of the Midtown Precinct. He shifted his great bulk in the battered swivel chair and held two small objects to the light. “I pulled them out of the hall of a cathouse,” Lockwood offered. “A cathouse, eh? Not in my precinct, by God!” Very little got by Brannigan in his domain, and when it did, he went on the warpath. “No, nothing to worry about, Jimbo,” his friend assured him. “It was downtown, on Water Street.” “Ah. Kramer’s beat. I’m not surprised. My guess is, Kramer’s running it.” The big Irishman roared, enjoying the conjecture. “I don’t know. Not important.” Lockwood pointed to the objects in Brannigan’s hand. “What do you think they are?” “.45 slugs, would be my guess,” Brannigan grunted. “Yes, but whose?”
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