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DETECTIVE BILLY HARNEY rubbed his hands, his breath lingering, frozen, in front of hio can be in the h inside the SUV He hated stakeouts Even though this one was his idea His case

It started with a dead undergrad, a junior at U of C The area around the cah spots, and everyone chalked up the murder to urban violence But they didn’t knohat Billy knew fro woman h an Internet site that was taken down the day after her death, but her text es indicated that she had one particular client who had so to pay top dollar for them

In a nutshell, he liked to choke her during sex

He was a trader, married with kids, who made more uy who could buy an army of

top-shelf lawyers to defend hiuard, to relax, so he leaked sorad’s arden-variety attack in Hyde Park And then Billy followed the scu trader

Precisely one week ago, at 9:00 pot hi inside, so he laid low A little recon work told hih-rent brothel

So assuular appointood ht Catch him with his pants down and offer a simple trade: no arrest for the prostitution if you answer a few questions about a dead undergrad Billy could take it from there Always better to start a Q and A with the subject sweating his ass off and eager to please

He pushed back the sleeve of his overcoat and checked his watch Half past eight He blearm air into his hands

“Sosh, hoe doin’?” he said into his radio to Soscia, the cop in one of the other vehicles, two blocks down, staking out the brownstone from the east

The response ca, and able,” Sosh said “Just like your sister”

“My sister wouldn’t touch you with a six-foot pole And neither would Stanislowski”

“Who the fuck is Stanislowski?”

“A six-foot Pole”

“Harney, get back in the car” This fro in the warm car just next to him

“Sosh, how’s your rook holding up?” Soscia had a new detective working with hiht him lunch today”