Chapter 1
The city, the block, the whole neighborhood were exactly as Elenda Murphy remembered. Swarms of yellow taxis charged through crowded streets, horns honking to announce every penny added to the meter. Herds of pedestrians floated through an endless dance with the cars, interlaced flowing streams, crossing but rarely touching. Huge city buses lumbered through the chaos, moving eddies in the endless currents. The compulsive motion was so strong, so deep, that it echoed under the streets and in the skies above.
The building itself hadn't changed since before Elenda's parents were born less than a mile away. The light gray stone with red brick accents stood for years before the attack on Pearl Harbor thousands of miles away from New York City. More than half a century later, toxic d
