Too bad his superiors didn't feel the same way.
So here he was, in a job a man with a tenth his experience could handle, with the worst beat in the worst precinct in the city.
But growing up in Precinct 1 did have its occasional advantages.
"I grew up off of 98th," Briscola said.
"Yeah," Paix said, amused. "I can tell."
* * *
The carriage entered the Rathole, a gap in the east side Hedge wide enough for a carriage to pass through the wrought-iron fence. First melted by ray cannon during the early hours of the Coup, then sawed larger by enterprising folk looking to increase trade in the early years thereafter, the Rathole was the most popular way into the Spadros quadrant's section of the Pot.
The shadows were beginning to lengthen by the time they got to the Cathedral. The whores li
