Jimmy made a left, heading down the stairs to the Uptown side, standing on the local side.
“Okay, so it’s either the E or C. Queens or Upper West. Which will it be?”
An E train barreled into the station, the doors opened and Jimmy hopped on. Frisano, too.
“Queens. Interesting.”
“We’ll have to transfer,” Jimmy said. “And that’s all I’m saying because I don’t want you talking me out of this.”
“Fine. Post or Daily News?”
The train rattled along, from Manhattan to Queens, traveling at a decent clip as it shot out of the tunnel beneath the East River and into the busy Queens Plaza station. Jimmy just sat quietly and read, Frisano trying to do the same but sneaking glances his way. Jimmy knew it was killing him to not know their ultimate destination, and he kept it that way as the E expres
