“We had a witness—a bodega owner who pays us protection—report that someone matching the Butcher’s description had been through the area about ten months ago. He was real spooked. Said the guy came strapped with tons of bodyguards around him. Was cruising around, scaring everybody in the neighborhood late one night. He went up to a nearby apartment. Busted in, stayed for a few minutes, and left. Like I said, everyone in the area was terrified.”
“How does that help us now?” I growl. “It was almost a year ago. I doubt he’s still strolling the same sidewalks, terrifying old babushkas on the doorsteps.”
Gennady sighs once more. “Just listen, Dima. We talked to a few people and ended up paying the security guard at the apartment to let us look at the footage. It didn’t show much. Pretty much
