CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
It was just after nine o’clock in the evening, and a light breeze flowed through the maze of tall buildings. The night sky was clear, but there was no moon visible, just the twinkling of millions of stars that sparkled in the heavens. Steel decided to go for a stroll, just to clear his head, since the streets were not particularly busy, which he found preferable to the daytime waves of pedestrians. As he ambled by Grand Central Station, he noticed a grubby white boy with a shoeshine box. The lad looked around twelve years old with unkempt brown hair falling into his big blue eyes matched by an even bigger smile. His face and clothes were grimy, and a pair of grey woollen fingerless gloves covered his hands.
‘Interest you in a shine, Mister?’ called the kid in a loud,
