Chapter 25: Coffee Shop
Chapter 25
Coffee Shop
Tony was sitting at a table in the corner when I arrived. I pulled up a chair and sat next to him. “Nice day,” I said, “but I can’t believe how hot it is. I don’t know if I could take this.”
“Wait until July and August.”
“If I’m still here in August I’ll shoot myself.”
“I hear you,” Tony said, then nibbled on a raspberry scone and sipped his coffee. “What’s up? Anything new?”
“I’ve got some information you might use.”
“You got information for me?”
“From Brooklyn. Word is that a club called El Paradiso is a major connection used by Carlos Cortes, who goes by El Jabato.”
Tony looked at me then laughed. “Ain’t this some s**t. You come here from the North Pole and tell me who’s doing drugs in my own town.”
I sat back, afraid I might hav
