six o'clock
Mike the Angel had an uptown office in the heart of the business district , near West 112th Street -- a very posh suite of rooms on the fiftieth floor of the half-mile-high Timmins Building , overlooking the two-hundred-year-old Gothic edifice of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine . The glowing sign on the door of the suite said , very simply : But , once or twice a week , Mike the Angel liked to take off and prowl around Radio Row , just shopping around . Usually , he did n't work too late , but , on this particular afternoon , he 'd been in his office until after six o'clock , working on some papers for the Interstellar Commission . So , by the time he got down to Radio Row , the only shop left open was Harry MacDougal 's . That did n't matter much to Mike the Angel , since Harry 's was the place he had intended to go , anyway . Harry MacDougal 's establishment was hardly more than a hole in the wall -- a narrow , long hallway between two larger stores .