Chapter Forty-One

After driving up and down the busy one-way streets of New York City, I finally found La Rue. It was a tiny boutique, squished between a fancy-looking Crepe restaurant and an imported wine store. I shouldn't have been too surprised that it took me a while to find it. I never went to this part of town. I never had a reason to go. There wasn't anything in two square blocks that I would have been able to afford with my own money.

I parked my crummy little car, right between an Porsche SUV and a Tesla that looked more like a small rocket ship than a regular vehicle. I laughed to myself as I got out, noticing the contrast in quality between these people's cars and my own.

Someone is going tow my car, I thought. I'll bet someone calls it in. They're probably thinking I'm going to rob one of these places or something.

My little rust bucket looked just about as out of place as I felt. I was just happy I'd worn something decent, which helped