Chapter 14New York City moved slowly when it snowed, and last night’s flurries had turned into three inches of fluff. Of course by the time Jimmy left home at ten o’clock, the sidewalks had been shoveled, and the street corners were slushy from a constant barrage of stomping feet. The traffic on 9th Avenue was backed up, horns the soundtrack of the morning, and snow plows moving at a pace that worsened the usual gridlock. His meeting was scheduled for eleven downtown, and he wasn’t going to take a chance by hailing a cab. He walked to Times Square with the commuting throng, swiped a Metrocard at the subway station, and found his way through the underground maze to the N train.
A train pulled in within two minutes, and Jimmy hopped aboard with the daily workers. It was a Thursday, the teas
