“Haggerty said to me about four hours later. When he got to Meek’s apartment he’d sent me to Town Hall station to cool my heels while they worked the scene. I had enough coffee in me to float a barge and only had three smokes left. “I need an explanation, and it better be good.” We were in a small room with walls the color of puke, a table, three chairs, and a dingy window covered in metal mesh. “Ronald Meek hired me to find Vernon Taber,” I said. “Why?” “He said Vernon was an old boyfriend. He ...wanted to get back together with him?” Haggerty snorted. “And you bought that?” I hadn’t bought it a hundred percent, but I didn’t like Haggerty’s tone so I said, “Sure, why wouldn’t I?” “I’ve worked this district for seven years. If I learned one thing about you queer boys, it’s that you’re too busy screwing like rabbits to send a Valentine’s Day card.” I almost made a crack about drunken Irish cops, but, given Haggerty’s paunch and the broken blood vessels around his nose, I’d probably be right on the money.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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