Chapter Seven
The clarity of intoxication.
God, I hated doing research. But a quick glance around the internet told me Amir was indeed correct. The old waterfront properties had a serious squatting problem. However, since the squatters caused no fuss, didn’t dabble in drugs and generally stayed out of the way, the police left them alone.
By the time I was confident that several of the buildings on the east side were a good place to look, it had become dark, and I didn’t see the point in heading out. I had also chased the two drinks from the restaurant with several tumblers of whiskey at my office desk. If I went out at all at this point, I would have to walk or take a cab—neither of which is preferable if you’re an up-and-coming detective.
But I also decided that I would not waste my t
