Chapter 44

He dressed in a rush, uncaring of how rumpled his T-shirt was before hitting the street. New York was waking up, cars thickening traffic to hint at the clots that would plague motorists the rest of the day, white collar workers in their sensible shoes marching briskly along the sidewalk on their way to their offices. Though he spent a lot of his down time here, he’d never really liked it. It simply offered the amenities he craved when he was so long gone from civilization. If San Francisco had been located on the east coast, he would have much rather set up home base there. Less pollution, slower paced, more tolerance.

Considering he was jogging to get to the deli, though, perhaps he fit in here better than he thought.