 Penguin Random House Audio presents Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead Red for you by Dionne Graham for Beckett the truck 1959 Carney was only slightly bent when it came to being crooked his cousin Freddy brought him on the heist one hot night in early June Ray Carney was having one of his run-around days uptown downtown zippin across the city keeping the machine humming first up was radio row to unload the final three consoles two RCAs and a Magnavox and pick up the TV he left he'd given up on the radios hadn't sold one in a year and a half no matter how much he marked them down and begged now they took up space in the basement that he needed for the new recliners coming in from Argent next weekend whatever he picked up from the dead ladies apartment that afternoon the radios were top of the line three years ago now padded blankets hit their slick mahogany cabinets fastened by leather straps to the truck bed the pickup bounced in the unholy rut of the West Side Highway just that morning there was another article in the Tribune about the city tearing down the elevated highway narrow and indifferently cobblestone the road was a botch from the start on the best days it was bumper to bumper a bitter argument of honks and curses and on rainy days the potholes were treacherous legumes one grim slosh last week a customer wandered into the store with his head wrapped like a mummy beamed by a chunk of falling balustrade while walking under the damn thing said he was gonna sue Carney said you're in your rights around 23rd Street the pickups wheels bit into a crater and he thought one of the RCAs was gonna launch from the bed into the Hudson River he was relieved when he was able to sneak off at Dwayne Street without incident Carney's man on radio row was halfway down Cortland off Greenwich right in the thick he got a space outside Samuel's amazing radio repair all makes and went to check that Iranowitz was in twice in the last year he'd come all the way down to find the shop shut in the middle of the day a few years ago walking past the Kramm storefronts was like twirling a radio dial this door blared jazz into the street out of horn loudspeakers the next door German symphonies then ragtime and so on S&S electronics Landy's top notch Steinway the radio king now he was more likely to hear rock and roll in a desperate lure of the teenage scene and to find the windows crammed with television sets the latest wonders from Dumont and Motorola and the rest consoles and blonde hardwood the sleek new portable lines and three in one high-five come sample complete ready to continue