The bus heralded its arrival with the screech of over used breaks. We hurried into the bus, showing our bus passes and quickly moving to the back of the nearly empty bus. The only other passengers were a drunk couple furiously making out, a homeless guy who smelled of wet garbage and urine, and a prostitute. The amorous drunk couple and the homeless guys were just the regular window dressing for a two A.M. bus trip, but I knew the hooker. She lived in my building and worked for one of Albert’s vicious associates. We were leaving a trail already.