"Ah, New York," Kibosh thought to himself as he strolled down the bustling sidewalk.  Despite what had happened to him here five years ago, he still loved the city.  He loved the anonymity of it.  He loved that everyone had places to be and everyone's time was more important than everyone else's.   It was the only place in the world where he could walk down the street and no one noticed him.  No one cared who he was or what he did.  The only time they might show any interest would be...