Chapter 22“She f*****g tried to eat my face, Danny. I’m not kidding.” Angelo said grimly, holding the phone with his shoulder next to his face, as his hands were ransacking through his pockets in search of a cigarette. A second later he remembered that he was in the lobby in front of Avery Manning’s office and that he couldn’t smoke there even if he found the pack, so he gave up and just smiled briefly at the endearing secretary, Nancy. Typing over some papers, she smiled back quickly and went back to her work. She wasn’t trying to pay attention to Mike’s conversation.
“It’s not any better here either, man. I don’t know what the f**k is going on, but not an hour goes by that we don’t get called to a scene. I’m used to trash killing each other here in Bushwick, but the junkies down in Broo
