CHAPTER ELEVEN
The city at night in the middle of a heavy snow is remarkably silent and remarkably empty. The streets, usually concrete ribbons pulsing like a human’s arteries with life, were almost deserted. The falling snow was coming down quite heavily. Big flakes of white crystals were drifting down at about a seventy-degree angle thanks to the bitter cold wind blowing out of the north. A cold wind and falling snow had a way of making the city hunker down and bury itself behind thick walls and warm kitchens and brightly lit apartments. Nobody wanted to get out in weather like this. Nobody who was in their right mind.
Nobody.
Unless you were the firemen sent out to work a burning blaze. Or you were an ambulance crew out fighting the snow, slick streets, and gusts of wind trying to ge
