If Hill was going to keep sending me to the corner of 131st and Chestnut, maybe I should think about renting a cardboard box with the words Drugz Mony Hear spray-painted in neon. Would the cops even notice? I'd been standing here for close to forty minutes and hadn't seen a single cop car. Maybe they were at Alex the ladyman's favorite donut shop standing in line for a pink tiara and sprinkles.

I half expected to see Alex, but the only thing keeping me company was the flickering ...