71 -- Gotta get out of town
When Dan returned, he brought only bad news -- although in some respects relieved me. He had guessed right. Billy Night Rider was behind the break-in, only not quite for the reasons he might have expected. “The man’s making a move on the local drug scene,” Dan said, pulling off his hat and wiping the sweat from his walk with his sleeve. “What does that have to do with us?” I asked, leaning against the counter between the kitchen and living room. “We don’t deal drugs. At least, not yet.” “But he probably thinks we might,” Dan said, reaching for a cup to pour himself coffee, too. “He’s out to eliminate any competition. Some of the street dealers think he’s narc-ed on them to the fuzz. A number of dealers have been busted, including Hal. They got him yesterday.” Dan’s hands shook as he poured out the coffee, and he spilled a little as he sipped, drops of brown lingering in his long moustache. “The cops are looking for Bobo now,” Dan said. “And if he’s narc-ed on them, what