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On the other hand, she had a badge and a gun and an extremely cool gaze, and the combination tended to get people to do what she wanted.
Tape, not rope …
You, move along. It’s not safe. It’s private property. You’ll get squashed like a squirrel in Larchmont …
She squinted toward where the concrete counterweights of the big bright red crane were dangling as the acid or whatever it was ate through the brackets that held them to a metal trolley on the rear end of the boom.
Was someonethere?
Yes.
Seriously?
Somebody was walking around the base of the crane, a massive concrete slab. He was looking down and picking things up.
A scavenger.
Maple ducked under the tape herself and made her way toward him. He was clearly homeless: dirty brown overcoat, squat orange and brown cap, shoes that didn’t match, no socks.
Trespassing on a crime scene.
Looking for spare coins or valuables from victims?
Disgusting.
“Sir, excuse me.”
He turned around, surprised.
“You have some ID?”
He looked at her with mad—though not, in her opinion, dangerous—eyes.
He said passionately, “New York has been transformed.”
“Let me see some ID.”
“Don’t have any. But don’t you think the streets are wider than they used to be? Sidewalks’re cleaner. The geraniums hanging from lampposts, the trees are more obvious.”
Oh, man.
One of those.
Maple had heard that the terror attacks were all about housing and getting people off the street. People like this.
He waved his arm. “See, they’re hiding in their homes, they’re afraid of those things.” His palm ended up aimed at the crane. “So who do we see on the streets? Statues! Famous leaders. And department store mannequins. They’re all correct shades now. Have you noticed?
“And how quiet it is! No jackhammers, no dynamite warning horns, not much honking. A siren or two, but they’re pretty rare. You don’t need a siren if there’re no cars to get out of your way headin’ for that shooting or the coronary, right?
“Transformed. Cranes come down, and the city’s gone back in time a hundred years. It’s 1900, except no a-ooo-ga squeeze horns on internal combustion vehicles and no clop clop of horses. And the shit! New York used to have a hundred thousand horses in the city. They produced two million pounds of shit a day.”
Hm. Never thought about it. But she was tired of him now. “Sir, do you have a shelter you stay in?”
“Downtown.”
“Why don’t you just go on down there now. This place isn’t safe.”
He rattled his cup. “This woman. She gave me a handful of pennies. Pennies! But the joke was on her. She had to go to all the trouble. And I still got twenty-four cents.” He cocked his head. “Like twenty-four hours in the day. That means something. Do you believe in signs, Officer?”
