With a sigh, Amy grabs her briefcase and her Zo 6 trench and heads for her car. Traffic around the plaza is a nightmare, the streets jammed with cars and swarming with crowds of people crossing from corner to corner. She’s a quarter of an hour or more just getting onto the Major Deegan Expressway, and most of the rest of that hour crawling along the highway as far north as the Van Cortlandt Industrial park.