“A corroding van sat diagonally across from us, grounded on four flat
tires, an indistinct figure behind the wheel. An orange BMW approached.
Stopped. Man on the passenger side stepped out, went over to the van.
Money showed. A hand extended out of the van, a Ziploc bag held aloft.
The streetlights caught the vials of crack inside, sparkling. Street
diamonds.”

—Andrew Vachss, Sacrifice, 1991.