"I'm not doing that, Sam. Those incompetent fuckers are just going to muck about doing nothing. Maybe send a gift basket to the parents if they're feeling useful." No, Gene didn't like the idea of that at all. "I'm not letting that kind of scum activity happen in my city. No way. We've got our perverts the way they are now, the way I like them. I'm not letting this shit fly."

He gestured to the file. "They hit up the same spots, all the victims so far. Clubs we know. We know who owns them, who deals there, all the usual shit. It's fucked, but it works. Can't imagine those fuckers being happy with some new organisation moving in on their turf. With special divisions starting to muck about."