CHAPTER THREE
“So, we got Noah the good Jewish boy going along with his friends, getting led around by the nose and falling into the hellhole. Honest Abe follows right behind him, cutting the checks, coming in and checking on patients twice a week. Who’s left but Isaac Vadim and Rauch himself?” Tommy Jackson asked, taking a last, long toke on his Lucky Strike before flicking it against the wall in the parking garage, where he was parked alongside Orrin Rampersad. “You can see where this is going, can’t you? They’ll just keep passing the buck. Vadim’ll pass it along and then Rauch dumps the whole thing on Cyclops, who doesn’t exist. They’ve got us set up to chase our tails. You heard how they planned the whole thing since before they ever went to med school. You think they never sat around
