Judge Is Still Missing, but Novel Tracks Him Down
The New York Times
"One day last week, the novelist Peter Quinn ('I’m actually a lapsed historian') was walking west on 45th Street, beyond Eighth Avenue, when he stopped outside the old home of a vanished Broadway restaurant called Billy Haas’s Chophouse.
'This is it,' he said, nodding at the graceless apartment building that had, in the local manner, risen to take its place. 'He comes out here' — Mr. Quinn pointed at the curb — 'and a tan cab is heading west. He’s wearing a double-breasted coat. He’s just had dinner with William Klein, a lawyer for the Shubert brothers, and a showgirl named Sally Ritz. He tips his hat, climbs in the cab — and that’s it.'"