Got down on his knees, and began to pray...
Rain came hard on Mott Street, pounding the pavement between Prince and E. Houston Street, turning the night into a blur of headlights, steam, and prayer. Diego De LaCruz drove past St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral, then stopped the cab beneath the streetlight, cut the engine, and stepped out into the storm. He crossed himself, hurried through the rain, went inside the church, got down on his knees, and began to pray, not for peace, because men like him rarely got peace, but for strength to face whatever waited in the dark. This is the world of The Night Driver. Old New York. Grit, danger, faith, and survival. Some men run from the storm. Diego walks into it.