Chapter Forty-One
I headed north on I-95 toward New York City, without a clue as to where to spend the night. Traffic was the usual onslaught, but at least it wasn’t a holiday. It took only four hours before Gotham’s distinctive skyline loomed in the distance.
The thought of driving into Manhattan gave me a headache, but I didn’t want to leave my car. I plunged through the Lincoln Tunnel, plagued by thoughts of maneuvering through a sea of taxis and the cost of parking. Not to mention the $12.50 I paid to use the tunnel. But I was on a mission.
I had to confirm what I thought was going on. In this case, I had to go directly to the source. Another phone call simply wasn’t going to cut it. Besides, there were other matters to attend to. As long as I was in the area, I’d take care of them
