By Lawrence Block
Matt Scudder is ultimately prime a comfy existence. The crime rate's down and the inventory market's up. Gentrification's prettying-up the outdated local. the hot York streets do not glance so suggest anymore. Then all hell breaks free. Scudder fast discovers the spruced-up sidewalks are as suggest as ever, darkish and gritty and stained with blood. he is dwelling in a global the place the prior is a minefield, the current is a warfare region, and the future's an open query. it is a global the place not anything is bound and nobody's secure, a random universe the place no one's survival may be taken without any consideration. no longer even his personal. a global the place every person dies.
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I’m not sure it matters, either. I have quite a few friends, but not many close ones. The cops I worked with years ago are retired by now, and I’ve long since lost touch with them. My saloon friendships wound down when I quit drinking and stopped hanging around bars, and my AA friendships, for all their depth and solidity, center on a shared commitment to sobriety. We support one another, we trust one another, we know astonishingly intimate things about one another—but we’re not necessarily close.
He uncapped it, looked around for a glass, then took a short drink straight from the bottle. “I need to know,” he said. ” 42 Lawrence Block “I do. ” “Ah,” he said. ” “No,” he said. ” He put a hand on the bottle but left it where it stood. He said, “You saw what they did to those two lads. Not just the bullets but a beating as well. ” I wondered if I believed that. I said, “My problem’s not in the action you take. ” “Ah,” he said. ” “What you do is up to you,” I said, “and I’d be hard put to recommend an alternative.
It was. Last night I told them to drive out here sometime today and pick up half a dozen cases, scotch and bourbon and I don’t remember what else. I told them and they wrote it down. John had a station wagon, a big old Ford consumed with rust. Plenty of room in it for a few cases of whiskey. Barry would give him a hand. They’d be coming during the day, so they wouldn’t need a key to the padlock. ” “They’d been here before, when we unloaded the truck the whiskey came in. They weren’t part of the taking of the truck, but they helped in the unloading.