Chapter 10
The subway left Neal on a clean, well-lit corner just past dusk. It was a hot, clear night, with a full moon. The block at 145th Street sloped steeply down toward 8th Avenue. A luxury Condo, The Langston, sat primly next to a Starbucks, then a New York Sports Club. A stone staircase swept down into a park with a public pool and rows of flowering cherry blossom trees. A petite blonde woman chatted on her cell phone, yanking a Yorkshire Terrier on a silvery leash. A super-thin black girl laid her hand on the shoulder of a teenaged boy with an overdone Afro and pale blue shorts. The boy with the Afro held a bouquet of peonies. Neal laughed at his pepper spray moment. New York Magazine was right, Harlem was up and coming.
At the bottom of the hill, he turned the corner toward 150t
