The Heartbreak Lounge (2012)
“By noon, it was dusk dark and overcast, with the occasional spit of snow. Harry felt sleepy as he drove north, wished he’d had another cup of coffee before leaving the house.
In Newark, he parked in a Kinney lot off Broad Street, walked the block to the federal building. He went through the checkpoint downstairs, showed his driver’s license and was given a visitor’s card. Saturday afternoon and most of the offices he passed were dark. He rode the elevator up to the ninth floor.
The Strike Force... office was at the end of the hall, door ajar. He knocked twice on the glass. A voice inside called, “Come on in.”
He went past empty desks, down a short hall to another office. It was small, two desks pushed together head to head, a table, a filing cabinet and a water cooler. A man in jeans and black sweatshirt was going through desk drawers, putting their contents in a brown banker’s box atop the desk. Another box, already full, sat on the table. Harry tapped a knuckle on the door frame.MoreLess
In Newark, he parked in a Kinney lot off Broad Street, walked the block to the federal building. He went through the checkpoint downstairs, showed his driver’s license and was given a visitor’s card. Saturday afternoon and most of the offices he passed were dark. He rode the elevator up to the ninth floor.
The Strike Force... office was at the end of the hall, door ajar. He knocked twice on the glass. A voice inside called, “Come on in.”
He went past empty desks, down a short hall to another office. It was small, two desks pushed together head to head, a table, a filing cabinet and a water cooler. A man in jeans and black sweatshirt was going through desk drawers, putting their contents in a brown banker’s box atop the desk. Another box, already full, sat on the table. Harry tapped a knuckle on the door frame.MoreLess
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