The New York City subway is cold, and spooky with shadows. Water drips from the vaulted ceiling into small pools beside the tracks below. At one end the platform a rusting steel bridge leads to the street elevator. It is past midnight. A well-dressed man walks nervously up and down, a few steps at a time, waiting for a train. He knows he is a target and is plainly scared. The elevator descends. The man sees six teen-age blacks sweeping toward him like a pack of wolves. First they literally sniff him up and...
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