Chapter 6
That night, when Grant and Paris walked into the apartment, Grant made Paris take off his shirt so he could treat the bloody whip marks on his back. As he lay over him, dabbing his wounds with alcohol and making him wince with pain, he said, “I’m only going to say this once, and then it’s forgotten.”
“I doubt that, but go ahead.”
“Don’t ever go into that part of town again. It’s filthy with gangs, prostitution rings, dope smugglers…and incidentally…white slavery markets. Hell, that ain’t even a drop in the bucket to what you’ll find there.”
“You went there.”
“Look, I know what I’m doin’. You, on the other hand, don’t know crap!”
“Look, I ain’t been in this town long enough to know anything about it.”
“It’s a hell of a way to become educated. If I hadn’t found you, you migh
