Sondra looked up when I walked in the front door and stopped at the desk, “Is he still here?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered, “Sal and Frank just left.”
“What?” I intoned.
“You’re undressing me again.”
“That’s ‘cause I like what I see.”
“Think you can wait till tonight?”
“I guess I’ll have to,” I answered, walking up and knocking on the door.
Frank was already on his feet when I walked in. “Jesse,” he said, “sit down. What can I do for you?”
“How are you, Frank?”
“I’m fine, just getting older. How are things on the street?
“The streets are good, a couple of incidents, nothing we couldn’t handle.”
“That’s what I wanted to talk about. Do you think you could handle a couple more pickups?”
“Sure, Frank, no problem. How many more?”
“There’s four more, but they’re on the west side.”
