City of Dreams

by Don Winslow

You don’t fuck with Ned Egan, you don’t even joke about fucking with him, because Ned Egan has killed more guys than cholesterol.

is classic Boston Irish—pasty face, red hair fading to rust, broken veins in his nose, big and beefy with the face of man who never met a scotch or a steak he couldn’t love.

The American people want the entire omelet but don’t want to know about the breaking of eggs.”

trying to get a squirming, giggling kid into a shirt, pants, and shoes is like wrestling Jell-O,

But nothing is more persistent, more patient, than the past. After all, the past has nothing but time.