A little girl he recognized, a six-year-old name of Lakeisha, came toward him on the sidewalk, swinging a clear book bag by its strap. Right behind her was her mom, a pretty young hairdresser named Rayne. Rayne was a single mother who undoubtedly led a stressful life but seemed devoted to Lakeisha and always kept herself looking good. She and her daughter lived beside his grandmother, in the next row house to the south. Lorenzo stopped to let Lakeisha bend down and pet his dog. She had a pretty smile, like her mother's but near toothless, and cornrows with tiny seashells fitted on the ends of her braids. "Jazz Man's her name?" said Lakeisha.

"Jasmine," said Lorenzo, looking at her fondly, barely knowing her but loving her, as she reminded him of his baby girl.

"Is she good?"

"Most of the time."

Lakeisha touched a finger to her chest. "Does she love people in her heart?"

"Yeah, she loves people. 'Specially little princesses like you."

"Bye, Jazz Man," said Lakeisha, abruptly standing and going up the hill toward her school.

"Thank you, Lorenzo," said Rayne, smiling shyly.

"For what?"

"For being so nice to my baby."

"Ain't no thing," said Lorenzo, smiling back, puffing his chest up a little and laughing at himself for doing so. Wondering how she knew his name, remembering that he had made it a point to find out hers from his grandmother. Maybe she had done the same.

"I better catch up to her," said Rayne.

"See you around," said Lorenzo.

But there were also times when Pelecanos would seem to shift into non-fiction mode, explaining about this or that societal trend or change and that slowed down the story's pace and got in the way of the excitement. Overall, this is a pretty good book but far fom his best work. Instead of reading Drama City, I would suggest reading an earlier Pelecanos novel, such as Right as Rain or Soul Circus, or watching the Wire.