CHAPTER 19

Richard sat at the edge of a wide window that allowed to him to see a yawning view of the city of New York. Skyscrapers loomed in the backdrop of the gray and ashen city, and just down below, he could make out the heads of the twenty-thousand odd people that regularly walked that road, either going, coming… never at a place.

New York. The unsleeping city.

It was one of the things that he admired about his quaint, little, overcrowded city. The heat, the bustle, the smooth flow of business. It was so easy to get conned here. It looked easy to make it here, but that was just it. Looks.

He knew how difficult it was to make it in a place like this, and he had tried. He had tried to do legal jobs, but what could he really do? A man with little to no or education, and a talent for shifting things… it would only be a matter of time before the company would lay him and others off, not because they caught him—no one ever caught him—but because the company would have no more funds to support per