"Is there a law that says the weather must always be foul when we are watching for something?" Silver pulled up his collar and huddled deeper into his coat for warmth.
"It"s the same law that states that nine-tenths of a policeman"s life is spent waiting for something to happen and the other tenth wishing that it hadn"t." Watters jammed down his hat and swore as collected rainwater cascaded over his face. "There must be an easier way to make a living."
Silver"s laugh was sardonic. "You would miss this," he said, tried to stuff tobacco into the bowl of his pipe, cursed as his cold hands refused to work and his wad of tobacco dropped to the ground. "Who would be a policeman on a night like this? Is this our fifth night on or our sixth?"
"I"ve lost count," Watters said. He glanced up at th
