Look what’s happened to our city, the corrupt wealth pouring in from overseas, the fifty- and hundred-million-dollar apartments, the billionaires walling themselves off in their gilded palaces. New York City used to be a place where everyone, rich and poor, rubbed shoulders and got along. Now the uber-rich are taking over our city, stomping on the rest of us.
“What else is there to a murder than the who, why, and how?”
“My dear Vincent, there’s the where.”
… thousands of “colonels,” trying to land them as “clients,” although the more appropriate word … might be suckers. Every boiler room caller had to sign up at least eight clients a day, forty a week --- or be fired.
And this phrase you used in the last piece, City of Endless Night. That was good. Damn good. Turn it into a kind of mantra, work it into every piece.