CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
“Act natural,” Zero murmured to Maria as they strode their way onto the Manhattan side of the Queensboro Bridge.
“You don’t say,” she replied flatly.
It was a strange sight, walking in the center of the bridge, following along with several other pedestrians who were heading toward the commemoration ceremony at the same time. The four lanes of the upper level had been closed off for one hour in order to hold the ceremony; the lower four lanes remained open out of necessity, since the bridge was now the primary thoroughfare between Queens and Manhattan in the wake of the Midtown Tunnel’s collapse, but the NYPD had established a checkpoint on the lower level with K-9 units. As a result, the traffic jam was immense for anyone trying to head one way or the other. Zero cou
