Chapter Sixteen
On the way home Tommy bought a bottle of scotch and a pizza: veggie with hot sauce. Then she checked her note book, confirmed the address and unfolded the city map that she pulled from her glove-box.
A half hour later, she was in front of the camera shop on Park Row. It wasn't much! Green, low squat building with a plate glass window covered with rusting mesh. It was just after six and she was not surprised to see the sign hanging on the inside of the door twisted around: “CLOSED” ...but Tommy found the door still unlocked. The knob turned in her hand and she edged it open with the toe of her shoe.
Tommy was standing inside a small retail operation: glass display case, cash register, camera accessories hanging on the wall. She hesitated for a moment, listening to the gar
