Chapter 21
THE RED AND BLUE neon tubing that cuts through the darkness to
spell Ralph’s Bar isn’t entirely out of view of my rearview when my cell rings.
Sliding it back out of my pocket, I glance at the now lit-up screen. I can’t
say I recognize the number right away, but I peg the prefix as an Albany
number. Downtown Albany.
Then it comes to me. The Albany Police Department. My former
employers.
I answer the phone.
“Moonlight,” I say, trying to hide the alcohol that’s no doubt
swimming in my voice.
“Richard Moonlight?” the man says on the other end.
“That’s me,” I say.
“You don’t know me, but my name is Detective Nick Miller.
I’m fairly new with the Albany Police department. I was wondering if I could
get you to pay me a visit at the South Pearl Street precinct. Or I’d be
