Chapter Thirteen
It felt good to finally see clear skies and undamaged city roads once again, without the fog of dust and debris covering the 10th Precinct. I was only a few blocks away, but it felt like a new world with just your regular polluted air and ordinary bad-tempered New Yorkers.
But my mood quickly soured. Even before I reached the booth at the entrance, I could hear the i***t from across the street. As I closed on the source of the noise my anger built.
The main impound lot for towed vehicles in Manhattan is an enormous, sprawling complex near the water’s edge at Pier 76, not far from the Lincoln Tunnel. It sits opposite the Jacob K. Javits convention center and makes up a vast parking lot comprised of every manner of vehicle you could imagine. Stretching out into the water,
