I stuffed the package in the back of my shorts and started sprinting through the aisles. As I was running past the seafood counter, a man dressed all in white with an apron on and one of those sailor-like hats was motioning me to come around the end of the counter.

I ran over and was escorted to a room in back where they kept all the scallops and squid. The smell was awful! The fish guy led me to the back of the room, pointed at a rusted metal door, and said, “It’ll take you to the alley- way—now run!”

I quickly thanked him and busted through the door, running until I got to the end of the alley, where I found a flight of stairs leading down to another metal door.

I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I had to keep moving. I took the stairs down two at a time and kicked open the door at the bottom. And there I was. Back in the subway station at Fifty-Eighth Street.

I looked around for a moment, trying to organize my thoughts and catch my breath. I knew I didn’t have much time. The Suits would be right behind me any minute.

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