Chapter 6CRIME WAVE! Is the city’s blood ready to boil?
Tuesday morning, Jimmy sat at the breakfast table at his mother’s apartment in his shorts, staring at the New York Post, feeling like the headline was staring back at him. Taunting him. It was still hot as hell outside, with the temperature in the high eighties. It was eleven o’clock. His mother had gone out to run errands, and Meaghan was still sleeping. Having the apartment to himself felt nice, the quiet soothing him. Though truth be told, he’d still be at his office if only last night’s company hadn’t had to leave so abruptly.
Not that he needed reminding about Frank Frisano, the headline served as a reminder as to why he’d had to leave. The date had gone well, for sure, it had taken a couple surprising turns, and in its midst h
