Chapter 16Back to the streets of Manhattan he knew so well.
It had been a whirlwind. How was this even still the same day? It seemed to possess more hours than it had death. He supposed the twin theme was still hard at work in the universe, finishing off the Portnoy case even as the final pieces of the Wu-Tin case loomed before him. Instead of twenty-four hours, today felt like forty-eight. The time was six forty-five as he pulled into the lot on 11th Avenue and 50th. Easier to park and then subway down to Chinatown. Those congested streets near Canal were not meant for parking cars.
“Thanks, Julio,” Jimmy said.
“We’re always here for you.”
That was the thing about this neighborhood. Even strangers were family, because if you weren’t looking out for people, what was the point? The old
