Pretty sure the lady - man? - I stood next to on the corner of 131st and Chestnut at two in the morning was a prostitute, but who the hell knew these days? I just hoped I wouldn't have to introduce myself to the ladyman's pimp and fill out a job application as continued punishment for my non-arrival at the warehouse fuck-up with Hill.

I arrived at the corner at exactly one fifty, had even allowed myself enough time to circle the neighborhood and figure out the best exit strategy ...