The man slid off the bed. “I got nothing to hide,” he said. “You got nothing on me.” “I hope not,” Brown said. “I hope you’re clean, and I hope you’ve got a permit for that gun, and I hope you went to confession last week. In the meantime, let’s go back to the precinct.” “Jesus, can’t we talk here?” the man asked. “No,” Brown said. He grinned. “They don’t allow niggers in this hotel.”
