Street of No Return
“The Lieutenant was lighting a cigarette and holding it between his thumb and little finger, his eyes intent on the cigarette as though it were an oboe reed that must be handled delicately. He didn't exhale the smoke, it simply drifted from his lips of its own accord. It drifted sideways and floated past Whitey's eyes to form a wispy curtain. Whitey gazed through the curtain and saw the big room coming closer and it was blurry and he had the feeling it was unreal. The feeling grew in him and he ...told himself all this was strictly on the fantastic side. The chaotic sounds of the big room were sounds he'd never heard in any station house, or even in the alcoholic wards of municipal hospitals. At least in the alcoholic wards there were white-garbed people in control of the situation, and despite all the hollering in the beds, there was an atmosphere of order and system. He'd been in more than one alcoholic ward, and certainly he'd been in many station houses, and he'd never seen anything that compared with this.MoreLess
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