I dropped my token in and walked to the rear of the car, sat down and lit a cigarette.
If Becker's friends were anywhere as good as Becker's short story it was going to be one hell of a night.
Becker was already there by the time I found the Beacon Street address.
His friends were in the breakfast nook.
I was introduced.
There was Harry, there was Lana, there was Gobbles, there was Stinky, there was Marshbird, there was Ellis, there was Dogface and finally there was The Ripper.
They all sat around a large breakfast table.
Harry had a legitimate job somewhere, he and Becker were the only ones employed.
Lana was Harry's wife, Gobbles their baby was sitting in a highchair.