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“Yeah, I fuckin’ know. He said putting extra pinto beans on the burrito was your idea. And I’ve been stuck in this truck with him for three hours.”
Billy smirked. Stakeouts weren’t all bad. “Hey, Crowley, you still awake?”
The third car, Crowley and Benson.
“Yeah, just dyin’ from all this excitement. How many cops does it take to rope one lowlife?”
Sosh and Crowley had both raised that point. But this was the hoity-toity part of town, the Gold Coast, and he didn’t need any mistakes. He wanted old hands like Sosh and Crowley on this.
“What, Crowley, you got somewhere better to be? I know your old lady isn’t home, ’cause she’s in the car with Sosh right now.”
“Well, then, Sosh won’t be getting no action, neither.”
It was freakin’ cold out here. Ten minutes out of the car and he felt the sting in his toes. “Hey, Fenton,” he said to his partner. “What do you call a clairvoyant midget who escapes police custody?”
He opened the passenger door and climbed into the warm SUV. Detective Fenton—Kate—shot him a sidelong glance.
“A small medium at large,” said Billy.
Sosh liked that one. Kate not so much.
“Hey.” Billy stiffened in his seat. “Two o’clock. Our first action.”
“Right.” Kate talked into her radio. “White male traveling northbound on Astor in a brown coat, brown cap.”
Katie, Billy thought to himself, always so intense, so keyed up. He’s the only person out here walking; they can probably spot him.
But he let it go. Telling Kate to calm down was like throwing a match on a pool of gasoline. “You got him, Crowley?”
“Aw, yeah. He’s smilin’ nice and pretty for the camera.”
“I know that guy,” said Fenton. “Right? That’s that guy from that show.”
“What show—”
“That show—that movie-critic thing … Front Row or something.”
“Right.” He’d seen it. The Front Row with … couldn’t place the name. “We should arrest him for that alone.”
“Yeah, it is—that’s him,” said Sosh. “Brady Wilson.”
They sat tight as the film critic waltzed up the steps of the brownstone. Before he pressed the buzzer, a man in a dark suit opened the door and ushered him in.
“Fancy,” said Crowley. “Do we think he’s here for business?”
“Definitely,” said Billy. “One guy owns all three floors. He claims to live there, but I haven’t seen any signs of anyone living there since I started sitting on it. Three floors, probably eight or ten bedrooms.”
“So this could be a real party we got going on.”
“Maybe we should call in Vice,” said Billy, knowing the reaction he’d receive.
“Fuck Vice,” said Katie. “This is ours.”
“Jesus Christ,” said Sosh. “Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick.”
“Talk to me, Sosh.”
“You’re never gonna believe who just walked past me. Crowley, you guys got video on this?”
