Book excerpt: Andy Rusch is lucky. He shares a room with only one other person--one of the privileges of being a cop in New York in the twenty-first century. His roommate Sol is old enough to tell stories about real coffee. His girlfriend Shirl used to live with a local labor-boss and has eaten steak--beef, not dog. Every morning when Andy steps over the bodies of the families who sleep in the street outside his doorway, he wonders why he doesn't feel any better about his life.