The Law of Second Chances [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONEAugust 29, 1998, New York City Benny Avrile wasn't a bad guy. He just looked for the easy way out of things - like every major obligation in life. Consequently, he had to steal a little to eat and sell a little to get something for himself. Cocaine, marijuana, liquor - it didn't matter to Bermy. Whatever he could get his hands on. He steered clear of heroin and crack, though. The boy knew his limitations. He wasn't an addict - at least that's what he told himself. He simply needed some help to deal with the stress of living on the street. People didn't understand the mental strain involved in not working, in not supporting a family, in not being responsible for a household. It was almost too much.Another Saturday night found Benny at the Crooked Fence, a bar on the Upper East Side. The Crooked Fence had the perfect setup for a man with Benny's talents. It had a long bar near the firont door with tables in the back. The place always rocked