Brighton: A Novel by Michael Harvey

Author:Michael Harvey [Harvey, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Literary, United States, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, Suspense, Literary Fiction, Thrillers, Mystery, Thriller
ISBN: 9780062442970
Amazon: B015WXQEUY
Goodreads: 27067863
Publisher: Ecco
Published: 2016-06-14T05:00:00+00:00

22

THE DEVELOPERS had come in. The developers had left. They’d pulled down most of the frame housing on the adjacent blocks, transforming monthly rentals into what passed these days for the American dream—townhomes and condos, one redbrick building after another, stacked with row after row of tinted windows looking back coolly at the street. Inside, the march of the mundane rolled on: granite countertops, stainless steel fixtures, a small, phony fireplace, and, if you really made it big, a master bath with the spa package. Kevin stared at the patch of weeds growing in the middle of this suburban wet dream. Fidelis Way. In the 1970s, there’d been no mistaking it. Loud and black and poor and sweaty. Drug-ridden and desperate. Do-rags and homies hanging on the corner, selling blow for a dime a bag; teenage moms sitting on the stoop in the early evening, watching their kids and waiting for the bullets to fall; old black men playing speed chess and slugging malt liquor out of paper bags; brothers driving ten miles an hour down the street in pimped-out rides, hands on the wheel in their best gangsta lean. That was Fidelis. The life. A siren’s song, luring young men with a little cash they thought was a lot and depositing them in an early grave for their trouble. In the ’80s, the city threw a bunch of money at the problem, giving Fidelis a new name and transforming it, along with Columbia Point in Dorchester and the D Street projects in Southie, into “mixed income” housing. Underneath the skin of fresh paint, however, Fidelis remained Fidelis. Young professionals who paid a half-million dollars to live a block away drove past with their windows up and doors locked. That was as close as any of them wanted to get to anything real, unless, of course, it was Friday night and they were looking to score an eight ball or a bag of weed. Kevin held a different view. He was fifteen the last time he’d visited Fidelis. And the peeled eyes of a dead man followed him everywhere he went.

Mo had left him the file on Chrissy McNabb. He flipped through it one more time, then packed it away beside the materials he’d taken off Lisa’s computer. As usual, Mo was right. McNabb looked like she might be part of the pattern, killed by the same person who did Sandra Patterson and Rosie Tallent. McNabb also had a connection to Fidelis Way, which brought Kevin full circle to Curtis Jordan. And Bobby. He could have just straight out asked Bobby about the thirty-eight. Where was it? Who had it now? How was it mixed up in all this? Maybe he should have, but Kevin was still hoping for another way out. So he’d settled on Fidelis. He was about to get out of the car when his phone buzzed and his youngest sister’s name flashed up on the screen.

“Colleen.”

“Is it true?”

“What’s that?”

“The Pulitzer.”

Kevin leaned back against the headrest. “How’d you hear about that?”

“Never mind.

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