Chapter 4Jimmy
Back home, or at least what he sometimes called home. The McSwain household was on the top floor of a five-story walk-up, corner of 10th Avenue and 48th Street. It’s where Jimmy grew up, and where Jimmy would now not grow old. The countdown to their moving into the new high-rise located across the street had begun; deals done, the contracts done. Only part not done? The eyesore itself, the latest addition to Hell’s Kitchen’s skyline-altering gentrification. A soaring tower of too many floors christened with the generic name of River West. His mother could look out the window and watch as its final touches were added. The building was no more than a skeleton still needing its inner organs to function. Mother McSwain had sold their building and purchased, with cash he’d known
