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304 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1991
The next day I go down to the police property room at the Twelfth District station. There's a new man behind the counter. A Hispanic. I know better than to ask where the other cop--the one I know--is, because if you do that instead of acting like you're really happy to be having the chance to make a new acquaintance, then you take something away from the person in front of you. It's always better to ask for what you want and let them tell you they can't help you and then you ask them to help you get to the right place or person, which means they end up giving you a hand after all. Which makes them feel good. Which means they got your marker. Which means they'll remember you the next time you bump into one another.