DEATH WILL GIVE YOU A REASON,
by Elizabeth ZelvinGotta cancel dinner, Cindy texted Bruce. Caught a case.
Murder in the Park?
Cindy’s detective squad worked out of the Central Park Precinct. It wasn’t always as interesting as murder.
Body floating in Harlem Meer.
Cool. For you, not the body. Later. Love you.
Good man, she thought. He knew what mattered: not the best Moroccan food in Manhattan or the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in three days. The longer Bruce stayed sober, the more empathy he developed. He’d become—the Yiddish word was a mensch. No, it wasn’t cool to be a floater, dank and bloated, trailing the kind of clothes that churches gave to the homeless because they couldn’t sell them at a rummage sale, not even at a rock bottom price.
“Cinders! Get over here!” Her p
