Lincoln rides into the Tripureshwor Transportation lot and parks his bike. It’s been a long week and he’s glad for Friday. It’s also payday, though he really doesn’t need the money. He’s plenty well off. He dismounts the bike, pulls his helmet off and hooks it over the handlebars, then heads into the building through an open overhead garage door. Housed in an expansive old two-story brick building with parged and patched walls, Tripureshwor Transportation delivers everything from construction supplies to appliances and furniture.
Lincoln’s early for work this morning, so he joins some of his crewmembers standing inside the cavernous truck bay. He’s gotten to know most of them over the last year, and for the most part, he likes them. One of them, a lean Nepali with a hatchet-sculpted face,
