“Drive him to the Bowery, and then have another cabbie take him home. But kill some time, at least an hour,” Sinc told the driver. Sinc took away the man’s notepad and valise, but returned those to him at his office the next day. Sak handed the cabbie a $20 bill. It was found out to be John Haymount, a reporter for Life Magazine. No trouble, no harm, no foul, but obviously no reason to take a chance with any onlookers who could be trouble potentially. These were scary uncertain times. Everyone and everything seemed to be “lurking” and “looming.” Fear had spread through New York and the rest of America like the bubonic plague.
After a couple of drinks, and talk of van Gogh, France, Holland, Kennedy, Jackie, the president’s children, a dog barking back in the kitchen, a few cigarettes, why
