It was a different man — a busy man — delivering oysters, clams and mussels on the morning of January 12. “Who the hell steals clams?” Mr. Dickhaut asked. Photo“If he tried to pawn them off somewhere, who is going to buy clams off some junkie?” Mr. Dickhaut asked. Advertisement Continue reading the main storyHe rounded the southern tip of Manhattan, drove uptown and parked on North Moore Street. Could the men have been behind the theft that day in TriBeCa?

Source: New York Times February 05, 2017 14:01 UTC