Erica hits the road and heads up to New York City to get answers.
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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
I headed north on I-95 toward New York City, without a clue about where to spend the night. Traffic was the usual onslaught, but at least it wasn’t a holiday. It took only four hours before the distinctive skyline of Gotham appeared in the distance.
The thought of driving into Manhattan gave me a headache, but I didn’t want to leave my car. I made my way through the Lincoln Tunnel, plagued by thoughts of maneuvering through a sea of taxis and the cost of parking. Not to mention the $12.50 I paid to use the tunnel. But I was on a mission.
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