From the Diary

So to finish that story. With the cops pretty close, we duck back through the door, which Gem Spa guy jams with a broom handle. In the back is a store room. In the floor, a trap door. Under the trap door, wooden stairs. Like a ladder almost, or a ship’s stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, a corridor. With a door at its end. He opens it for me with a key and I’m on the Astor Place subway platform, a train just pulling in. Here you are, sir. And godspeed, he says.


from the beginning