CHAPTER TEN
Nash was woken when the cabby beeped his horn and shouted obscenities at a pedestrian. Nash smiled without opening his eyes.
They were in the city.
The ride so far had been quiet and uneventful. Now, it was loud and noisy. Nash figured they hadn’t yet gone over the Queensboro Bridge because the traffic was too erratic.
Devon continued to yell, and the vehicle crept forwards. Nash smiled. God, he hadn’t realized how much he had missed the city.
Devon was silent as the car moved steadily along. Then, suddenly, Nash could hear the thump-thump-thump of the road and intermittent flashes of light that were strong enough to penetrate his closed eyelids. They were on the Queensboro Bridge now, heading west.
The Brownstone was on West 69th street, on the other side of Central Park
