Chapter Three
I stepped outside the old police station and almost wished I smoked, to take my mind off the growing desire to drown my sorrows at the nearest bar. The cloudy desire swirling inside, beckoning sweet numbness was always there—my silent partner.
Luckily, cigarettes aren’t my thing. Besides, most of New York had gone smoke-free these days. Sparking up a cancer stick was becoming more and more frowned upon, but who was I to judge? I spent half my time battling my own demons at the bar.
I glanced left and right. The police had a cordon up, blocking the road and sidewalk for a hundred yards in either direction. First responders were rushing back and forth like busy critters, each individual with a purpose, a specific task. My eyes settled on a member of the fire crew, maybe the
