The rat hole
They had sent him out to fish for old boots and he had rushed in like a freshman at the academy. If he hadn't had any bigger problems than that, it would have been a good opportunity to give himself an earful.
Outside the precinct, Mason took off for Midtown. The sky had turned overcast again and rain-laden clouds rested on the roofs of the buildings. He had to find Jimmy, the ambassador of the tip that had led him to Chicago and Dan Tors fists. He had to know the extent of his involvement.
The people responsible had probably left him in the dark about their intentions, but he must have heard something. And maybe, to make it up to him, he would tell them. No man scared him more than Mason, not even the angel of death. He didn't believe Jimmy capable of complicity with Marte
