“Come on, come on,” I muttered as I hit the speed dial for the fifth time. “Where are you?”
I was standing on the steps of the Sixth and I Historic Synagogue in Chinatown, waiting for my friend Alex to arrive so we could catch the bus to New York. This normally wouldn’t have been a huge deal, but it was the middle of January and the middle of night. Being cold was bearable; being alone and in the dark was not.