“Pigeons?” I asked, perking with surprise. I must confess now that I don’t like Brennan Prate, and here’s why. Brennan is a s**t disturber. He disturbs s**t. You take a s**t, and he disturbs it. We HR people don’t like our s**t disturbed. We like to take our s**t in a solitude of impunity and then send it off to a watery oblivion with one rote and well-calibrated flush. But Brennan will not allow this. He will not allow a s**t to go undisturbed. “Brennan, what are you gibbering about?” I asked.
“We need to hire ourselves some pigeons,” he said. “Right? Am I right?” When I displayed no understanding one way or the other, he pressed on. “It’s going to get intense, Hector. Believe you me. There are thousands – no, millions – of blomers now living in this city, or soon to be. Things may seem
