He had lost his job at a women's clothing and accessories importer across from the Empire State Building more than a year ago.
Yet every morning the shy 58-year-old would emerge from his Upper East Side home in the same tan suit and melt unnoticed into the Manhattan rush. His was a kind of invisibility that is hardly rare in great metropolises like New York.
He never had guests in his modest flat on East 86th St. Nobody could recall seeing any girlfriends, or indeed any friends at all. He did, however, find solace in watching the birds and ducks in nearby Central Park.
On Saturday, however, Jeffrey Johnson broke his routine. Instead of heading to McDonald's as he had every day since being laid off and returning home half an hour later, he went to his old place of work, Hazan Import.
Johnson drew a pistol from a canvas bag, identified a former work colleague crossing the street, approached him and shot him in the head.