Elias reached for one, but a hand beat him to it. A woman in a sharp trench coat grabbed the last Gazette .
"Sorry," she offered with a quick, sympathetic smile. "My grandfather won't eat breakfast without it." where to buy newspaper
His first stop was the corner bodega, It was a place that smelled of toasted bagels and old coffee. He navigated past the stacks of bottled water to the small metal rack near the counter. It was empty, save for a lone, tattered copy of a tabloid from three days ago. Elias reached for one, but a hand beat him to it