“Nobody goes down there,” said Toby, taking a sip of whisky and pausing for a drag.
“Nobody?” I said, “Are you sure?”
“Well, I know some have, but they probably weren’t too happy about it.”
A breeze fled past the alley, and there was a crinkling sound when I shut my eyes. I need water, I thought. Water and a woman.
“You know,” said Toby, “I saw a gal,” I leaned back, because I knew this was gonna’ be a story. Not small talk, real this time.