Chapter 14: The Light Over the Door

Six weeks later, I came home for real. Not with a car full of everything I owned and the wrong idea about the address. With a moving truck, a New York license, and a badge that read QUINN, N. — FINANCIAL CRIMES, EASTERN DISTRICT. The truck turned onto Van Brunt at four in the afternoon in April, and I saw the green awning and the light burning over the door in broad daylight, and my chest went tight the way it does when you finally understand what the word home is for. There was a banner...