CHAPTER TWENTY
Bernie Toombs had been right; everything on Spruce Street had gone out of business. Most of the town of Elm Branch had gone the same route. There was a Subway on the corner of Spruce and, a few lots down, a barber shop that appeared to be open. But other than that, the street was dead. And that included the derelict apartment building located at 167.
She parked her car in front of the building and looked up at it. It certainly wasn’t any fitting monument to her father but it was still significant in that it had been a part of his life—a part that Mackenzie had not known about until three days ago. Right away, she saw that the front door had been barricaded with a thick set of chains and locks. Several boards had been nailed across the double doors as well. Probably a preca
