five o'clock
Oliver hummed along , enjoying the oranges , reds , and yellows of New England in October . He crossed the Hudson on the Tappan Zee Bridge , bypassing New York , glad to be moving again after weeks of inaction . His money and what felt like his entire future was in his pocket . At five o'clock he cruised slowly through Atlantic City . He found Bally 's , parked , and went to his room . He washed his face , changed into his outfit , and went back outside . The boardwalk stretched out of sight along the beach .