Light of the Diddicoy
“New York awoke to a mid-April chill uncommon to the city. It wasn’t yet cold enough to snow, but the sky threatened a freezing rain in the gray and cobalt covering. The lilacs and the lily of the valleys that had emerged with the weeds recently were laid flat by the gusts and stripped of their scents. Men leaned forward and winced their eyes closed when it kicked up. The scrape of trolleys ached in the back of heads, below the ears.
A few blocks from the White Hand headquarters, inside the pilo...thouse of a tug backed to the shore alone under the cold clicking of the Manhattan Bridge, Dinny, Lumpy Gilchrist, and The Swede sat and waited, breathing in the flat steel air through wiggling, watery noses.
A little past four in the afternoon Head Patrolman William Brosnan, dressed in civilian clothes with a cap covering the eyes and a collar to the ears, came upon the tug and entered at the bridge. The pilothouse now shrunk as four men of varying sizes stood too close together.
As The Swede stared at the man without his tunic and copper, Dinny gives a few words.MoreLess
A few blocks from the White Hand headquarters, inside the pilo...thouse of a tug backed to the shore alone under the cold clicking of the Manhattan Bridge, Dinny, Lumpy Gilchrist, and The Swede sat and waited, breathing in the flat steel air through wiggling, watery noses.
A little past four in the afternoon Head Patrolman William Brosnan, dressed in civilian clothes with a cap covering the eyes and a collar to the ears, came upon the tug and entered at the bridge. The pilothouse now shrunk as four men of varying sizes stood too close together.
As The Swede stared at the man without his tunic and copper, Dinny gives a few words.MoreLess
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