Yom Kippur Murder
“The Zilmans lived on West End Avenue, the north-south street one block west of Broadway in the Eighties. When I finished my cheeseburger, I set out for the Greenspan address, which was about a dozen blocks south of where I was. I walked along Riverside Drive, admiring the view of the park and the river and New Jersey beyond. Fall had not yet made its colorful strike, but here and there a tree was losing its green.
I was so involved in my admiration of nature that I went right by the Greenspan building and had to turn back. A woman’s voice answered the bell, and I was buzzed in.
Mr. Greenspan made a joke about my frequent visits, but I sensed he was glad to have the company. The woman who had opened the door brought us cups of hot chocolate when I had sat down, and Hillel Greenspan’s face lit up in a way Mordechai Zilman’s had never learned to.
“I have a lot of questions,” I said after sipping my chocolate.
“I have a lot of answers,” the old man responded.
“Did Nathan help you leave Eu...rope before the war?”MoreLess
I was so involved in my admiration of nature that I went right by the Greenspan building and had to turn back. A woman’s voice answered the bell, and I was buzzed in.
Mr. Greenspan made a joke about my frequent visits, but I sensed he was glad to have the company. The woman who had opened the door brought us cups of hot chocolate when I had sat down, and Hillel Greenspan’s face lit up in a way Mordechai Zilman’s had never learned to.
“I have a lot of questions,” I said after sipping my chocolate.
“I have a lot of answers,” the old man responded.
“Did Nathan help you leave Eu...rope before the war?”MoreLess
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