Rodriguez arrived at an address in Woodside, Queens. It was a private house on a corner lot in need of repair. Rodriguez rang the bell and then heard footsteps approaching the door. “Who is it?”
“Maxie sent me. I’m slipping a paper under the door. It will explain why I’m here.” Rodriguez looked around and slipped the paper under the door. After a while, he heard the click of three locks and the door opened a c***k. A voice asked,” How do you know Maxie?” Rodriguez responded, “I’m the one that put him in prison.”
The door opened a little further. “Come in.” The man at the door was short and stocky. He was balding and pale and looked as if he hadn’t seen the sun in months. He was wearing thick glasses due to all those hours in front of the computer. “My name is John. My mother died and lef
