"The honest cop drew in a deep breath.
“Look, man,” I said. “I know you been mad that the brass had you shut down surveillance on my activities. I know we’ll never be friends, but why don’t you relax for a minute and have a drink with me? I just got hold of some good whiskey.”
Kit took four, maybe five long breaths before saying,
“You got everybody fooled, don’t you, L.T.? Maybe you even believe the bullshit yourself.…”
I wondered for a moment if the constant cop was aware of the depth of his own question. I shrugged."
Let me tell you about L.T.
It’s Leonid McGill’s nickname. He is a more recent and more complicated version of the iconic Easy Rawlins
"Looking around the room, I found unbidden memories filling my mind. The recollection of past meetings disturbed me. I had done some bad things in my life: helped the worst criminals evade justice, sent men and women on that one-way trip down the river. Some of them never returned. They might have been guilty of other crimes but not the ones I set them up for. At one time I blamed my father’s abandonment for these sins, but I had learned that in the end, wrong is wrong and every man has to carry his own water."
I like what Mosley is showing me about NY City. Lots of it not available to the average tourist. And I like how well grounded Mosley makes McGill. He has deftly mixed one part Philip Marlowe "knight errant" with the part of Sam Spade that cautioned: "Don't be too sure I'm as crooked as I'm supposed to be. That sort of reputation might be good business, bringing high-priced jobs and making it easier to deal with the enemy..." To this he has added Easy Rawlins' world of color. Let’s emphasize that. In a world where racism can be most anywhere, Mosley would like us readers to understand more what a person of color feels and endures.
Here in Trouble is What I Do, L.T. agrees to deliver a letter on behalf of Catfish,an ancient blues musician, to the daughter of a very rich and powerful man. There is great risk and a lot that could go wrong. In fact, it starts going wrong almost from the moment L.T. says he will do it.
"Sternman was the billionaire son of a poor man he wished dead. I had put my body in the way and so made myself, and my son, potential casualties. Then there was Justine Sternman and the letter I intended to deliver. There was no telling what response she’d have to learning about her true lineage. And I wasn’t forgetting Hilton Zeal, who had made an honest-to-goodness profession out of being a gangster."
"“You don’t need to worry about Catfish,” I said.
“Lana says he’s doing great, and I intend to do what he wants, then deal with the response.”
“But would that get you in trouble?”
“To paraphrase the great Sugar Ray Robinson,” I said, “trouble is what I do.”"
Mosley can convey a lot about a place -
"When he was younger, Sal’s betters belonged to a club that was exclusively Italian and housed in Little Italy. But as time has passed, Peretti and his generation have had to settle for a multicultural Caucasian fraternity, an association much like colonial America, when all the different tribes of Europe agreed that they were white people—whatever that meant."
"There’s a breakfast place on Thirty-Third Street near Eighth Avenue. It doesn’t have a name, but the cook is French and the omelets are too.
“Damn,” Ernie said. “This some good shit here.”
I sipped my coffee and took a bite of sage-accented sausage.
“I plan to retire next year,” he said. “At least I will if I live that long.”
“You’re not even fifty, are you?”
“This ain’t a old man’s trade.”
“Now you tell me.”"
Or about a person -
"Slowly, he lowered onto a chair, looking at me as if I was the bad news he’d been waiting for his entire life. Behind his eyes, Antonio was trying to find the exit, the magic words to end the spell."
This can be read by itself but it carries L.T.’s life forward in some significant ways. I am on board for the ride.