“That's pretty slick,” Lori reflected. “I always wondered how those gangsters know so much about people in the neighborhood. They offer these bogus rewards, and they get updates on everybody in Brighton Beach. Makes sense.”
“That damn Nightcrawler gotta be working for the government,” Ron thanked Carissa for a cigarette. “Anybody else be dead by now. He's been taking down d**g dealers, loan sharks, gambling dens, everyone making money for the Mafiya. You remember that thing they had last year about that Russian agent working with the Chechens in that mob war last year. There be people on top pullin' them strings. You know them Chechens ain't got nothin'. That was the Mafiya in Moscow puttin' these bangers in Brighton back in line, you can bet your butts on that.”
“That's how it works,” M
