Downtown St. Louis, 1956 “Good evening, sir,” Vincent said. “Is everything all right?” Henry looked out the back window of the cab at the receding river dock as Vincent drove away. “I believe so, Vincent,” Henry said, “but maybe pick up the pace?” Vincent turned a corner and goosed the yellow cab through the downtown streets at a faster rate. “Where to, sir?” Henry continued looking out the back window. “Fairground Park,” Henry said. “The north side of it.” “Certainly,” Vincent said. Henry turned around and faced forward, finally confident no one had followed him. “Good to see you, Vincent,”
Before This Evening Is Over
