Chapter 3She looked larger in the daylight, not something a lady liked to hear. Good that he kept his thoughts to himself. Except she was also beautiful and majestic, good words, as she remained a symbol for all that was right in the world. Jimmy’s world tended to dwell in what was wrong, at least in his work life, striving personally to twist hate in the other direction. It didn’t always work out. There was often no escape. Death happened while life swirled around it.
Today, he supposed, was his official start to the pounding the pavement portion of the Fresh Kill case. He was already on board the ferry, set to dock at St. George Terminal on Staten Island in a few minutes. In total, it was a twenty-five-minute crossing, Jimmy spending the time leaning against the metal railing, absorbing
