11
PULP
The rest of the day is a blur.
He walks across town, looks in a few shops, eats dinner, crushes out cigarette butts under his heel. A normal day, but he’s not getting any closer to the truth. He doesn’t know where his guy is, and he doesn’t have any good leads.
His eyes are open and his mouth is shut. When all else fails, keep a low profile. That’s another one of McGrath’s proverbs. He should write them all down and have them framed. Hang them on the wall next to his marriage license, college degree, and old shopping lists. All those useless scraps of paper.
He calls Ungerleider, his contact at the firm, and gets an address. North side of town. Rowhouse. He’s told to check it out, as soon as possible. That’s all the information he has. He asks about Lana’s friend Kovacs, but U
