The Killing Man
December, 1989
it was a stormy afternoon and he had an appointment--with a corpseSome days hang over Manhattan like a huge pair of unseen pincers slowly squeezing the city until you can hardly breathe. A low growl of thunder echoed up the cavern of Fifth Avenue, and I looked up to where the sky started at the 71st floor of the Empire State Building. I could smell the rain. It was the kind that hung above the orderly piles of concrete until it was soaked with dust and debris, and when it came down, it wasn't ra...
