Sanchez escorted me back to his desk. “Anything else, son?  Here’s the paperwork you’ll need. You have someone you can call if you need help?”   He handed me his business card. “Listen, you need anything you call me. Got it?”

Outside the air was crisp.  I hailed a cab. Dawn was coming. The City was still in that peaceful window right before the alarm goes off and chaos begins again.

The ride to the morgue was boring.  The cab was clean, the cabbie hummed some bouncy tune as he drove.  I wanted a cigarette and got distracted playing with Uncle Louie’s lighter in my coat pocket. Before the cops came knocking on the door of his apartment this morning, I was sitting on the floor reading a note fo...

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