Jackie, can you tell me if someones dead or not?Who it be? Maybe I heard something.Miranda Lopez. I pulled out the charm and balanced it on my fingertips, and then I realized the photo was probably a better likeness. I pocketed the milagro ad held up the Polaroid. I find out for you if you get me a dime.I sighed and put the photo away. You cant smoke crack. Youre dead. And even if you werent, Im not gonna score for you. Im a cop. You so full of shit. You aint no cop neither.Would I be wearing this fucking suit if I wasnt a cop?I dont know. I always thought you sold cars or something.I tucked my chin toward my chest and stomped toward my gate. Jackie couldnt help me. And how dare she call me a used car salesman? I wasnt always a dork in a blazer. Once upon a time I was actually cool. Until the Cook County Mental Health Centre, anyway. After that, I guess I kinda stopped caring.
