Chapter 3Less than a week back in the city and Manhattan was having a stifling effect, like July’s humidity. The new high-rise going up across from his home had encroached ever closer, blocking not only his view but his mood. Another floor had gone up. Which is why it felt good to get out of the city again. To breathe. To work. To see clearly.
He’d been hit by too much too soon.
The Portnoy Case. Not to mention heated advances coming from his client.
The Wu-Tin case. Barone and Frisano…and the realization he would be working a case with someone he didn’t want to see.
Justice had its price. Like a knife, it came with a slice of pain.
He’d chosen to drive rather than take Metro-North. Dragging his creaky Grand Am out of the parking lot at Eleventh Avenue and 50th Street, he’d soon turne
