Chapter 4The arrival of a new week hadn’t done much in the way of killing the heat wave. It was already in the mid-eighties at nine-thirty by the time he emerged from the subway in Lower Manhattan. Mallory had phoned last night to tell him they’d meet outside the Criminal Courts building on Centre Street, and then together they would meet with Rocky. Jimmy spent the subway ride reading the Post, where the murder of Duvan Ahkbar had been relegated to the inside pages. Just a small follow-up was needed; when the cops have their man, what else was there to report? Jimmy did learn that Duvan was originally from Senegal, Africa, but had lived in the States since college and had run afoul of the law, a hit and run accident that had him spending time at Parsons Hill, a minimum security prison loc
