Chapter One
They were having lunch at four in the morning, sitting in the unmarked, a black
Dodge Fury double-parked on the south side of Forty-seventh Street just west of
Tenth. Nash, in the driver's seat, had a couple of chili dogs and a can of
Pepsi. Next to him, Cooley was eating an Italian hero and drinking a large white
coffee. It was early March and chilly, with a persistent rain, and they had left
the engine running and turned on the wipers and the defroster. The car was warm,
the windows were clear.
Infrequently, for it was a Sunday night, a car came down the street, slowing to
pass the unmarked, and when that happened, both men stopped eating. Nash checked
the rearview, and Cooley craned his neck and looked behind him and followed the
vehicle as it splashed past. They were looking for a particular car, a van
actually, dark blue with white lettering. It belonged to a guy — whom some
other guy had told a third guy about — who was planning to run in tonight from
Virginia with a big load of pistols and automatic rifles to a place on
Forty-seventh between Ninth and Tenth. Three other cars were stationed at
various places around this part of Manhattan, so that if the guy slipped past
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