The Cold Count
The numbers didn't add up, and in New York, numbers are the only truth that matters. Not the truth you tell your mother on Sunday, not the truth you tell yourself at three in the morning when the whiskey isn't working anymore. The numbers. They either balance, or they don't. And the city vault on Chambers Street didn't balance. Jack Moroney knew this the way he knew his own name, which was...
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