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FOR AS BAD AS PEOPLE along Wall Street smelled, they could still catch the whiff of police from a mile away. Nick and Willie couldn’t get anyone to say anything to them. The sandwiches they’d bought as bribes where almost gone and they had nothing to show for it. Even cash wasn’t enough to get the indigent masses to talk. If anyone saw something, took notice of a white Audi coupe, or had any knowledge about who they’d seen get into it, they weren’t saying a word. There were enough people in broken down wheelchairs, crutches, and dirty bandages. Snitches get stitches.
Parked on the corner of 6th and San Pedro, the detectives watched the teeming community around them. If everyone had been dressed better, the scene might’ve been mistaken for a street festival or farmer’s market in the mo
