He kept his head down and mostly hidden beneath his coat’s large collar. He could feel his heart rate increasing rapidly, and his hands were beginning to shake. Whoever this person was, he had been following Kelly and his son for some time and always watching them from a distance.īehind Kelly, the dark figure quickened his pace as well and began to close in.
His success as one of New York’s largest merchants had made him and his family a common target by those less fortunate.
This was not the first time Dean Kelly had been threatened. The man looked over his shoulder and spotted the large figure behind them. Above them, the rising sun was obscured behind the thick layer of smoke from the sea of chimneys dotting the horizon. He pulled his coat tighter, feeling the cold morning chill penetrate through his thick wool coat. The man squeezed his son’s hand and quickened their pace.
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