NOVEMBER 4, 1934
SUCCESS!
A wide-ranging orchestra of derelicts banging trash can lids and cats in heat screeching woke me up this morning. I had to take a few swigs of Crow to even roll out of the newspapers. I wish I’d had a shock stick, but there’s no juice in the alley. All out of Crow now. I had to get back to Hallowed Grounds later that day, but I didn’t have to go back empty-handed.
I knocked on a few doors, and eventually some scared folks pointed me in the right direction. Couldn’t tell whether they were scareder of me or the gangsters. Some of them must’ve hoped I would clean up the block. Sorry, folks. Narrower mission for me.
Turned out Ed and Joey loved the whores. Everyone on the block who had seen ’em had seen ’em walking in or out of one particularly delightful joint. A
