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CHAPTER ONE
S AM C OOPERS STOMACH grumbled at the sight of the blue-and-yellow umbrellas shading his favorite hot dog stand from the blazing sun. Fresh from a boring press conference, where the mayor and police commissioner had announced the long-awaited wrap-up of a string of apartment burglaries on the Upper West Side, Coop had his digital recorder in one pocket and cash in another.
The aroma of New Yorks finest hot dog had his mouth watering. Hey, Dom. Hows business today? he asked the owner.
Cant complain. Busy lunch crowd. Slow now but itll pick up again during the commute. The older man, tanned from his days outside, lifted the metal lid, revealing Coops belated lunch. The usual?
Coop nodded. The works. Actually make it two. I havent eaten since breakfast.
He glanced at his watch. Nearly 3:00 p.m. Enough time for him to eat and get his story in before heading home for the day.
While Dom placed his hot dogs in their buns and began loading them up, Coop glanced around his city. On a hot August day like this one, few people wandered around outside. The smart ones hightailed it out of town, heading for the ritzy Hamptons or the Jersey Shore. Others holed up inside, with their AC blasting.
Coops favorite hot dog stand was located on the corner of 47th Street and Park Avenue. A people watcher by naturepart of what led him to become a reporter, he supposedCoop always studied the stores and buildings in the vicinity, and the people entering and exiting each.
As usual, the Vintage Jewelers caught his eye. Unlike most of the upscale stores in the area, it was rather ordinary. As if to compensate, the window changed often, rotating gaudy, elaborate pieces almost daily. Usually only women frequented the establishmentno big surprisebut today a man wearing a sweatshirt, hood over his head, stood inside.
Strange, Coop muttered. The heat from the sun had him sweating in his shirt and the steam coming off the sidewalk blistered the soles of his shoes.
Dogs are ready, Dom said, distracting Coops attention.
But not before Coop caught sight of what looked like a gun in the mans hand. Coops adrenaline kicked in and he focused on the store. There were two females behind the counter. If he barged in, he risked the guy shooting someone.
Inside the store, the man turned to leave.
Coop glanced at Dom. Dont ask questions, just call 9-1-1, he said as he grabbed the metal lid off the cart and swerved back to face the store.
As the man exited, Coop acted on instinct. He stuck his foot out, tripping the guy before he could run. The man staggered but regained his balance and straightened up. Coop drew a deep breath and bashed the man in the head with the aluminum hot dog cover. His hood must have cushioned the blow or else the guy had a thick skull because he struggled to stand up a second time. Coop swung harder and the guy fell to the sidewalk, moaning in pain. The jewels spilled from his pocket onto the ground.