Down by the River Where the Dead Men Go
Language: English
Pages: 272
ISBN: 0316079642
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
"You already been a punk. Least you can do is go out like a man." Then a dull popping sound and a quiet splash.
In his third appearance in George Pelecanos's acclaimed series, Nick Stefanos has been spending too much time with bad women and bad booze. Which is why he wakes up one blurry morning on the banks of the Anacostia River, hungover and miserable--and now a witness to a murder. With the help of a partner as straight-arrow as Nick is bent, Nick decides to track down the killer, an investigation that leads them through the roughest part of the nation's capital, and into the blackest parts of the human soul.
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throwing off that kind of energy.” “That a fact.” “I think so, yeah.” He shifted his feet, tensed his jaw, and tilted his head toward his car. “I’m not going to ask you again, Stevonus.” “All right.” I moved to the passenger side and put my hand to the door. “Uh-uh,” he said, and tossed me his keys. “You drive.” I walked around to the front of the car and got into the driver’s seat. LaDuke settled into the shotgun side of the bench. I fitted his key in the ignition and turned the engine
transferred to my face. “Hey look, Nick, I didn’t mean anything.” “Forget it.” LaDuke punched the gas and passed a Chevy that was crawling up ahead. He drove for a couple of miles, then said, “You get anything from the sister?” “Uh-uh. Typical teenager with no time for me, and nothing good to say about her brother. She thinks he’s just out there being an entrepreneur, trying to make some kind of score.” “You saw the dollar sign plastered on his bedroom wall. Maybe that is all he’s into.
drinks, you know, even now, her ears turn this blazing shade of red. That same thing used to happen to me—in fact, they used to call me ‘Red’ in some of the bars where they knew me pretty well.” Daniel looked me in the eyes. “She’s got a problem with it, you know. It’s hereditary, I suppose, in a gene I gave her. The researchers, they’ve been claiming that for quite some time now. She’s got the same problem that I had when I was her age. And I see it… I see it only getting worse.” Again, I
laughing the whole time. Then there were loud air kisses from Ramon, and Darnell saying, “Later, amigo,” and Ramon motoring out of the kitchen, through the bar area, toward the door. I finished with the beer and wiped down the bar and rinsed out the green netting and put the ashtrays in the soak sink, leaving one out, and then I washed up and changed into shorts and a T-shirt and high-top sneakers. Darnell shut off the light in the kitchen and came out as I tightened the laces on my Chucks.
LaDuke. “He ain’t gonna like that, when he wakes up.” “Pull it,” LaDuke said. He had his shotgun on the black man now, too. I had an eye on Roland, who had not yet spoken but who stared at us hatefully. “You know,” the black man said to LaDuke, “you kinda pretty, too. Maybe you and Pretty Man here ought to get together and—” “You shut your mouth,” said LaDuke. “Relax,” I said, looking at the black man but speaking to LaDuke. “You boys are higher than a motherfucker,” the black man said,