Chasing Midnight
New York City, 1926
GRIFFIN DURANT STEPPED out of the elevator, strode across the polished lobby floor and slipped through the revolving doors, fortifying himself for the assault of smell and sound that crouched on Broad Street like an attentive predator awaiting its next victim. He pushed his hat lower on his head, wrinkling his nose against the acrid blend of gasoline, fermenting refuse and human sweat. His ears buzzed with the grinding of engines and the wildly varying pitch of human voices…but, as always, it was only a matter of moments before he was able to bring his senses under control and face the world with reasonable calm.
“Mr. Durant?”
A hand tugged at his coat, and he looked down at the smudged, familiar face of the corner newsboy.
“Paper, Mr. Durant?”
Griffin reached inside his pocket and pulled out a coin. “Here you are, Bobby,” he said, tucking the paper under his arm.
Bobby stared at the coin and gave a joyful whoop. “Gee, thanks, Mr. Durant!”
Griffin sighed. It took so little to make a difference in this boy’s life, yet he was only one of millions who called this city their home… ... read full excerpt from: Chasing Midnight ebook
