Another Body
Lou was at his desk, reading the paper, when Sherri walked in.
“Hoping The Times will solve your crime, Mazzetti?”
“I wish they would,” Mazzetti said. “Then I could retire in peace. Besides, how did you know it wasn’t the Wall Street Journal I was reading?”
“Two reasons: first, the name is on the front page, which is facing me, and the other reason is you’re not smart enough to read the WSJ.”
“Damn, that’s low.”
“Sometimes the truth hurts.”
“Anything new?” Mazzetti asked.
“Nothing on anybody from the BCI. How about your end? Any connections look suspicious?”
“We’re not that lucky. Seems like all the guy’s friends were gay, and that’s a tight-lipped community. Damn near as bad as the groups down on Mulberry Street or Canal Street.”
“Gays aren’t bad if you know who to
