While getting a shoeshine in the Bowery, Mike spots a beautiful, well-dressed blonde who is as out of place as a field of wildflowers growing out of a crack in the concrete. When the woman is mugged in an alley, Mike comes to her aid and learns that she's searching for her husband, a blues piano player, who hasn't written to her in Wyoming in over a month. Mike traces the missing husband to a penny arcade and then follows the bodies to a fashionable apartment uptown.
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The Bowery: I'll never go there anymore... well, that's what it says in the song and that's what I tell myself every time I wander along its crummy sidewalks, but I always go there some more. The Bowery - to the man who writes the encyclopedia, it's an avenue in New York City extending from Chatham Square to the junction of Third and Fourth Avenues at Cooper Square. When I go there, I don't see anything but a land of pawnshops and flophouses, peopled by derelicts and ...