“I want you to. And I want you to do a few other things.”
“Anything, cousin. What’s this John Milo thing?”
“It’s part of it. I’m working on a case which I think is Syndicate all the way.” I knew that even though he was friendly with some of the members, he still hated the Syndicate.
“Those greaseballs are in everything,” he said grimly.
“There are a few of them who know me by sight,” I said, “but a lot of them know my name. That’s the reason for John Milo. I’m going to try to do a little boring from within.”
“You can get hurt that way.”
“I know. I read it in True Detective magazines.”
“I didn’t bring a piece with me,” he said.
“It’s all right, Joe. I’ll have a piece of my own, but I don’t think it’ll be needed until much later.”
“What do you want me to do?”
I glanced at my watch.
