Condos and crumbling piers pass in an eighty-mile-an-hour blur before she swoops down past the Hustler strip club warehouse and the Intrepid, a car-wash and Circle Line. She exits at Fourteenth and runs reds from the meatpacking district to Fifth, then south to Washington Square, where she double-parks just east of the library. Lights still flashing, she jumps out of the car and checks her phone, which she trusts more than her watch: 10:27. She got downtown in twenty-three minutes. Across the street students file in and out of the huge Starbucks. O’Hara could use some coffee, too, but waits on the curb and tries to concentrate on what she’ll do when Tomlinson arrives. Where would be a good place for them to talk? What questions should O’Hara open with? She can’t afford to repeat the same mistake she made on the phone and show her hand too quickly. Six minutes later, Tomlinson still hasn’t shown. Maybe, as Elkin said, she changed her mind. More likely she just took off. O’Hara leaves a message on Tomlinson’s home voice mail, waits three more anxious minutes, and at 10:36 pushes through the revolving doors into the Bobst Library.
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