“e were you fo you tk is job?”
Buck sd.
“L.A. Hocide.”
Buck nd agn.
“Mit uful,” he sd.
“I’ll ,” Jesse sd.
“Con got y next of out e?”
“Not at I ow of, but I’ll find
out, let you ow.”
“Wish you would,” Buck sd.
“Friends, closiates?”
“t me lk into it,” Jes sd.
I’ll get back to you.“
“Su,” Buck d.
“You ow what tonated e mb?” Jesse
sd.
“No. Best guess, someone 1 him d ed it from a distance. Pretty empty stretch of road along where it went off.”
“Makes sense,” Jesse said.
“if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like it if you talked only to me about this.”
Buck grunted.
“if you wouldn’t mind,”
Jesse said.
“Hell no,” Buck said.
“Your town, your department.
Who’d you say you worked for in
L.A.?“
“Homicide, Captain Cronjager.”
“Un huh. Well, I’ll go ahead and
see what I can do at this end. Maybe you can give me a ring in a couple days, tell me what yOU know.”
“Glad to,” Jesse said.
“If I don’t hear,” Buck
said, “I’ll give you a ring.”
“You’ll hear,” Jesse
said.
for inoing in impress Vie os.
“So I got’s suitc,” o
5o sd, “wiven hund lge, you ow, smfll bills. ng weighs a fining ton, d I’m sups to’t&e it to a bk in New Yo City, down und Wall St someplace. You ow New Yo?”
Mos nded. He w sitting wis char fild bk.
He had a W clipd to his It d he was listening to music ugh e ehones.
“Guy I ow ged I could me e sit in account under a fe ne, no questions ked,” Io Jo sd.
“So I got’s nt cd I’m
ing to get e, d · e fic is out of consol, you ow. d when I finly get e I c’t find a place to pk, I’m fing ound
· e bilk down by e World Trade ng, d e ng bk closes. You lieve it. I go a dy seven hunted · ousd in a suiad b clos wle I’m riding und like a Ido ing fr a png space.”
“ ? ‘39
Morris was looking at Jo Jo with no expression, his heels hooked in the bottom rung of his chair, his arms folded over his ebest.
“You hear me okay?” Jo Jo said.
Morris nodded.
“Well, I figure the money’s okay,
I mean, who’s going to mug somebody like me, you know? But I still gotta get it deposited, so I haul it back to
