Stretched out on the sofa, Jimmy closed his eyes and tried to summon sleep. He gave up after ten minutes and then got up anyway. The studio was dark, a hint of streetlight filtering through the blinds. He went over, lifted the blind, stared out the window. There were still people milling about on a darkened Ninth Avenue. Of course there were. This was Manhattan. Jimmy watching it play out in real time. A city that never sleeps tends to claim its victims during the dark hours.
Strange emotions found Jimmy. Maybe it was because of what he’d experienced with Frisano. A realization of what he’d lost. What they had lost. How, as good as the s*x had been with Brenden, it wasn’t the heart’s needs that was that night’s focus.
He padded across the floor, made his way toward the small metal safe h
