CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The afternoon sun began to cool, and the traffic in Harlem began to build up. For most, it was time to head home, and for others, it was nearly time to start the late shift. New York – like so many other cities, was always on the move: alive and active. Shift work and tourists kept the city in momentum. But for a few of them, it was never-ending, such as double shifters, or those with too many jobs and not enough time to do them. The economy was in a bad place, not enough cash for people to live but the government asking for more. Cuts to police, the military and small business had left its mark.
The sea of yellow metal washed down the busy streets as taxis carried their fares. The sidewalks were awash with people walking hurriedly for that station, to catch that train
