“Where to, buddy?”
“Eighteenth and Eighth.”
The cab drove off into a night of glittering lights. Buildings were still lit, lampposts, too, headlights of cars keeping the city illuminated even when the sky didn’t. Jimmy took out his phone, considered calling ahead. His judgment impaired, he decided surprise would be more fun. Didn’t take long to get there. He paid his fare with a nice tip, slipped out and approached the front entrance to where Frank Frisano, Captain of the 10th Precinct, had set up a sublet. It was Friday night, about ten o’clock. He could be home, or he could still be hard at work in his office. Criminals liked the weekends. Kept the cops busy.
That thought didn’t stop Jimmy from buzzing the apartment. He waited, unsure how long.
He buzzed again.
A crackle. Then, “Wha
