Chapter 9
“So did you sign the kid?” Saul Morrissey eyed Josh, knowing his icy, pale gaze bore into his younger protégé. His thin lips compressed into a line, and he looked away from Josh as he lifted a forkful of scrambled eggs to his mouth. They were sitting in a diner just a few blocks away from Tricks, a joint called Mamie’s that was popular with the after-hours crowd, drunks trying to shake off their nausea and dizziness, desperate folks looking for just one more chance to hook up before heading home, and tweakers who, in a sense, were just starting their long, long day—and who ignored the food they ordered.
“It’s not that simple, Saul. I think we’re gonna have to reel the guy in.”
Saul shook his head. “Jesus Christ, these pieces of meat! And what we go through to get ‘em. Never ce
