Chapter 16Nightfall in Manhattan. To Jimmy McSwain, there was nothing more beautiful, more striking than seeing the patchwork of lights from the skyscrapers, those lit windows like an insight into the souls of the people who occupied them. Cars and cabs stopped and started on busy avenues and streets, honking their way to their destinations. Headlights a contrast to the dark sky. The stars were often difficult to discern, hiding above a skyline that held its own glittering promise. Yet the moon was ever-present, and tonight beamed down on a city that beat with life. Even as its mean streets kept finding ways of stealing lives. Humanity was complex, heightened in this unrelenting pulse of a city rumored to never sleep.
Sal Frisano was right. Jimmy did love this city.
Could he really watch
