Chapter 15Less a stakeout, more like just covering his ass. Still, Jimmy felt this was necessary. He wanted to be prepared.
It was probably the first time he’d done surveillance on people he would soon be sharing a meal with. A traditional Italian Sunday dinner, which from the looks of the neighborhood seemed on the verge of extinction. How many Chinese restaurants had he passed by when he got off the D train at 18th Avenue, how many Mexican taco joints? Sushi places. He considered whether any of the former were owned by Mr. Wu-Tin. Thank goodness Lenny’s Pizza remained, a neighborhood stalwart, stayin’ alive after being featured in Saturday Night Fever. This enclave was New York City as a microcosm. The subway ran aboveground. The roar of passing trains defining the sounds of the hood.
