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Read an excerpt:
By the time I got to Henry Street under the Manhattan Bridge overpass, one black-and-white and one unmarked police car were already there.
Peepshow was standing at the edge of the crime scene, twirling his baton, the one thing he could do without fucking up. "Keep moving, keep moving!" he yelled to the murmuring Chinese people. He touched his cap when he saw me. I nodded back.
Two bodies, Asian men in their twenties, lay on their sides. Both had their hands tied behind them with wire. They didn't look fresh, and one man's tattoo behind his ears stood out in sharp contrast to the white bloodless flesh of his neck.
I walked up to English, but before I could say anything he put a hand on my shoulder.
"These fucking bag monkeys won't let me past the tape," he said, pointing out the forensic team collecting samples around the bodies.
"They're just trying to do their job right."
"I'll do their job for them right now. These guys died from gunshot wounds and the bodies were dumped here. You can analyze for blood type all you want, but you can't find the criminals looking down a microscope."
"I hear you."
"You know what solves crimes?"
"Shoe leather. Walking around and asking questions."
"Chow," he said, coming in closer. "You see the guy in the crowd in the red knit shirt smoking a cigarette?"
"Yeah," I said, knowing better than to look immediately.
"I don't like his face. Too smug."
"I'll follow him."
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