"Don't get used to it," Atton said. "I just don't have anything else to do, and I got to stay awake."

He folded a layer of the pillow case over the phone and shifted the cadence of his voice some as he dropped off his message. Trace of blood leading down one street, worried, yadda yadda. It wouldn't keep the cops from stumbling onto the bar, but with any luck those idiots had been real mobsters and they wouldn't even try to stick around.