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The taxi stopped in front of a steel overhead door, halfway down a block of steel overhead doors. What distinguished this particular door from its neighbors were the brick-faced second story above it, the horizontal strip of security-wired windows, pale with interior light, cut into it, and the accumulation of cars parked along the curb in front of it. The cab had to stop in the middle of the street, but no honks or epithets resulted; at six-thirty in the evening, the trucks that frequented the working warehouses had retired for the day.
“This is it?” asked Joe Gianni.