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conceal his distended abdomen and Carey wondered how anyone found Nunzio appealing.
    “Hey, ‘ aint seen your lovely face in a minute detective ; what brings you ‘ round here ?” He asked displaying one front t oo th.
    “Some of us actually work an honest job for a living,” she said while surveying the hall then looked him in the eye, “I need a favor big guy.”
    Nunzio leaned against the wall rubbing his belly, “What you givin ’ for this favor?”
    She ignored the remark and removed a police sketch from her bag and showed it to him. Not locking his fat ass up was the favor ! “You recognize this guy?” She asked.
    His pupils dilated in recognition, “ Nahhhh .”
    “You sure?” She moved in close to give him a full view of her cleavage, “y ou ’ like these tits Nunzio ?”
    He smiled, “Hell yes.”
    “ Wanna ’ feel how soft they are?”
    Sweat po u red from his forehead at the possibility, “Yeah.”
    “Favor for favor, you first.” Carey pressed her body against him smiling seductively, men were nothing but big horny boys. Tits and ass got men talking. Her police methods were unorthodox but hey got results. She never went as far as sex but letting someone catch a glimpse of her tits or cop a feel she considered more effective then bashing their heads in. Her way got results. He looked about to burst from his pants as she cooed, “ I’m waiting big fella .”
    “The tattoo looks familiar, like this dude I seen near the west side got something like it .”
    “And this guy got a name?”
    His eyes were thinking, “Weird Freddie…he just got out the joint. Don’t know his last name.”
    He reached out and seized her breasts with both hands, “Damn they’re luscious.”
    Carey remained detached as rough hands squeezed and manipulated her areolas , “I need a n address.”
    Nunzio licked the tobacco stained t oo th as his hands caressed her cotton covered breasts. “I just know he got a hole down on one thirtieth street and Adam Clayton Powell, that’s all .”
    “Nickname?”
    “ Oooooh babe…you in the wrong profession .” He whispered.
    She rubbed he r hand over his arousal, “He got a nickname big man.”
    Aaaah shit…this trick got him comin g ’, “ Freddie, they call him Freddie! ”
    Carey stepped away and adjusted her blouse. Fat slob got sweat on her cotton Dior blouse . She noticed the female pit - bull peering from the cracked door and grinned. Nunzio had a lot of explaining to do.

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CHAPTER TEN
    Alfonzo sped north on the FDR, music cranked at full volume. He didn’t give a shit if he got pulled over and issued citation s ! The m usic drowned out the anger in his head. Time should rub the rough edges off the hurt, instead it only sharpened into a blade of hate. Three weeks since the murders and nothing!
    Detective Johnson assured him they were working every angle, combing the streets for suspects but people weren’t talking. They were simply too afraid. The only witness they had was a drunk resident of the building who recalled seeing someone enter the building wearing dark clothes then emerge later in a white shirt and jeans. He’d not seen the man before. They got a description of the guy and a sketch circling but so far nothing. He hadn’t told Alfonzo the old drunkard did recall a tattoo on the man’s arm…Chinese symbol or something like that…the drunk wasn’t too sure.
    He looked at the speedometer…80…he lifted his foot from the accelerator until the needle teetered around 70. Alfonzo gripped the steering wheel; Uncle Al’s death was taking an emotional toll on his family . They wanted this psycho caught, Alfonzo wanted him dead!
    He’d lost a father figure and friend. The residual effect resulted in an intense ache in his heart . Nothing could ass uage it except looking in the eyes of th e monster responsible and blowing his goddamn head off !
    The sadness crept into his bones. Uncle Al finally settled down and looked forward to having