Reversible Error
“Then they all looked purposefully away. Nobody offered to buy him a drink. Logan's is a cop bar on Amsterdam near 145th. Everybody in the place when Fulton entered worked for the police, except the bartender, who was a retired cop, and the scattering of women, who were there to meet cops. People from the Twenty-sixth and Twenty-eighth precincts drank there, and also some from the Thirty-second, to the north. Dick Manning drank there, and was drinking there now, which was why Fulton had come.
Manning was sitting in a booth with his partner, Sid Amalfi, joking with a tan woman wearing skintight electric-blue toreador pants and a blond wig. They fell silent when Fulton walked over to them.
"Hello, Dick, Sid," he said. "Can I buy someone a beer?" "Not today, Fulton," said Manning, scowling.
Fulton ignored this and slid into the booth next to Amalfi. "You know, that's a shame, because I think we have some business to discuss." "We got nothing to talk about with you, Fulton," sa...id Amalfi.MoreLess
Manning was sitting in a booth with his partner, Sid Amalfi, joking with a tan woman wearing skintight electric-blue toreador pants and a blond wig. They fell silent when Fulton walked over to them.
"Hello, Dick, Sid," he said. "Can I buy someone a beer?" "Not today, Fulton," said Manning, scowling.
Fulton ignored this and slid into the booth next to Amalfi. "You know, that's a shame, because I think we have some business to discuss." "We got nothing to talk about with you, Fulton," sa...id Amalfi.MoreLess
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