Chapter Twenty-Two
Finding the whereabouts of a man like Mickey Lem was no small feat, especially in a city like New York. With the right connections, a man who didn’t want to be found usually did a very good job of staying hidden. But I’d seen enough crime in the town to also know that father-son relationships borne out of crime usually created strained parental bonds. I knew this was also true of Mickey and Victor Lem.
Running a basic database search for Mickey’s residence ran me into a dead end, but it did remind me that when I’d been a beat cop in New York, there was one field of interest that all of the gangs were interested in: property.
Whether you were a street thug or a “made man,” you needed somewhere to sleep, and you needed somewhere to run your operation from. These were th
