They step outside, and the heat and garbage and gasoline musk of downtown swirls over them like a benediction. The noise, the crowds, the cars—it’s all a little overwhelming after how quiet the Barge is, on a general noise level.

It’s perfect.

Neal breathes in deep, his eyes lighting up, the tension from upstairs dropping away. New York, New York. A hell of a town.

“God I miss this city every time I leave.” He grins at Norton. “Wait until you see the Empire State Building.”