“In the old days elderly people in New Orleans didn’t get jack-rolled and their houses didn’t get creeped and nobody murdered a child or abused Catholic clergy. If N.O.P.D. couldn’t take care of it, we let you guys do it for us.” His eyes were hooded, like a frog’s. “You were kicked off the force, Robicheaux. You don’t speak for nobody, at least not around here.” He paused, as though reconsidering the tenor of his rhetoric. “Look, this used to be a good city. It ain’t no more.”
