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Frankie Bray has something; something that gives him an edge. It’s where he gets his power, his fight, that look in his eye like he knows what you’re thinking, and he will do anything to keep it. Detective Joe Forney wants nothing more than to take it from him and end his reign over Carrada’s streets, but he will have to battle every made guy, goon, crooked cop and useless politician to do it. Ray Moreno is just starting out. A heist gives him his in and now he must climb the greasy pole to the top while trying to stay alive.
The cold hit him like a rabid dog, sinking its teeth in and biting to the bone. The breath misted in front of his face as he stepped from the foyer and his patent leather sunk into a slushy pile of almost-snow. The ice water seeped through the seam and into his sock. He cursed. The shoes were brand new, the first leathers he’d ever owned. He shook his foot and cursed again and set off into the night, turning up his collar against the wind.
He watched the last stubborn rays of light disappear behind the brick and iron behemoths of the city as he walked. It was a favourite pass-time of his, the saving grace of the night shift, and he watched with bated breath for what would happen next. For a long while it was nothing and he trudged through deepening darkness, through thinning crowds and shutting shops, hands in pockets and chin turned down. But then it came. A flutter and a blink and then it was on; the first light of the night.
One by one, the rest followed, illuminating his path, warming his cockles, cheering his mood. Electric lights, they still amazed him. Almost a year and they still hitched the air in his chest. He’d lived his whole life in spitting distance of downtown Carrada, but Eastpoint had no electric lights. It had none of this; none of the autos cruising down the road or the heating in the buildings, none of the lights, none of the warmth, none of the theatres or shows, nickelodeons or clubs. If you wanted to see after dark in Eastpoint, you had to hope some schmuck had lit a trashcan on fire. They usually had.
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