Page 22: Pregnant with child, looped on acid, she stepped cautiously into the Lucky Bar.
Page 56: "You call this love Manny? To me it feels like a dope deal gone bad."
Page 60: Dottie was equally blunt, "don't do it, Jeannie," as she pulled away in her car.
Page 74: He didn't like people from the past. To Joe it was just digging up the dead.
Page 97: Would she meet him at the station? He didn't know. And he didn't care.
Page 103: Manny kept a roll of hundreds in a box under the bar next to a loaded Glock 44.
Page 139: "Yeah, Joe just blew in from Hialeah. He says he really made a score down there."
Page 151: The sofa was falling apart, but what the hell, "Just a place to sleep, nothing more."
Page 160: "Look Jeannie, this time we're going to do it my way, so don't even ask."
Page 172: The rain fell into the headlights of cars like the illuminated bullets of a city in tears.
Page 198: "I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut. Now hand me the cash!"
Page 210: There's nothing ironic about an empty 44. Joe was dead. The money was theirs.
Page 229: Manny took one last look at Jeannie before she disappeared into the night.
Page 230: She was all Queens Boulevard without the streets, the cars or the light.
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