CHAPTER SIXTEEN
A short man in a black suit and dark sunglasses sat on a bench in Washington Square Park. He was heavily built, as a result of spending too much time behind a desk and eating too many business dinners. Thinning black hair covered a large head, and a handmade suit from Chinatown covered his large frame. Even his shoes were a classy knock-off. But he didn’t care. The fact they lasted longer than the original would have done, made them that much sweeter to wear.
The sun was high, and a slight breeze made the surrounding trees sway in unison as if they were dancing to the same tune. The large white marble arch was stained from years of weathering, which made it more magnificent. The park itself was a circular meeting place of grey concrete slabs that encircled a large fountai
