My attorney was wearing a double-breasted blue pinstripe suit, a far more stylish outfit than my own … but it made him exceedingly nervous. Because to be stylishly dressed in this crowd meant that you were probably an undercover cop, and my attorney makes his living with people who are very sensitive in that area. “This is a fucking nightmare!” he kept muttering. “Here I am infiltrating a goddamn Pig conference, but sure as hell there’s some dope-dealing bomb freak in this town who’s going to recognize me and put the word out that I’m out here partying with a thousand cops!”
