“Just tell me where you were last night.”
“Around. About,” Bruce said. “Nowhere near you.”
Idiot.
Lenny said, “Shut up, Bruce.” Then turned back to Jimmy. “None of your business.”
“Might be, though. Might be of interest to Detective Alvarez, you guys remember him? You’re familiar with him, right? I could have him here, maybe drag you down to an interrogation room. The desk probably still has your initials scratched in it from when he kept you there overnight after some bar fight or some petty theft. And while those are your usual modes of operandi, even small-time crooks mess up when they think trying to make a big score is worth the risk. It’s not.”
“I still don’t know what the f**k you’re talking about. We did nothing.”
Jimmy rolled up his sleeve, wincing as the material slid past
