Chapter 7Jimmy stood before the loft building on Mercer Street, just below Houston. The first Wednesday of December arrived, so he was glad to be away from Midtown, where all the activity was centered around the annual lighting of the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. Soho was far removed from the tourist-rich center of New York, with Mercer a cobbled side street abounding with renovated industrial buildings turned into lofts whose rents were even loftier. Jimmy checked the listing of the six tenant names adjacent to the buzzers. Carlyle had lived on the top floor, no surprise to Jimmy. A man who lived the high life would never settle for the first floor. The truth of everyone being beneath him was not lost.
Since he was there, he considered his options. He could ring any of the other buzzers,
