“Let’s go get some real coffee and assess our situation,” Hall said. “Now first, when making a case stick, you’re only as good as your witness. We don’t have such a…”
“I’ve got a good connection,” Kowalski said interrupting Hall.
“Who do you have?” Hall asked choosing the Cappuccino flavor from a vending machine that was a few feet from the first one.
“Lil’ Long…” Kowalski began.
“You have nothing.”
“What’re you saying?”
“There are plenty of people mad at him. He has far too many enemies. The cost is going to be too heavy, and that’s just to begin to work with him.” Hall cautioned and sipped.
“Well what do we have then?”
“We’ve got someone like Rightchus out on the streets and free just waiting for someone to turn him on.”
“Rightchus? A drugged out piece-o’-shit for brains?”
“Yes, that’s the one. Let’s pay him a visit and I’ll explain further.”
“What does Lil’ Long pissing a bunch a people off has to do with our investigation?” Kowalski asked.
“You’re on your own on that one. But my guess is these people must be very powerful, because all of a sudden they are turning their backs on him,” Hall answered.
“Let’s go see your man, Rightchus. Then drop in and see our shooter, Tina Torres. She called to give us insight as to what had happened,” Kowalski said.
TEN
Lil’ Long sat on his bunk staring at the puke on the four walls that had him penned. Since meeting the Russian he knew his list of enemies was growing longer. He jumped up and paced the cell as Ernesto entered.
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