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They pulled in front of an older red brick building at the edge of South Norfolk, where there was a very clear division between rundown and old and renovated and brand new. The address they had was in the former. The building was three stories tall, with the bricks cracked and chipped, the windows broken, and garbage scattered here and there. It was a place he couldn’t believe his wife would choose to live in.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Eric yanked open the door and stepped out onto an icy sidewalk. Vagrants seemed to linger up and down the street, and a questionable man covered in body piercing and tattoos stepped out of the building. He had a look about him that said to Eric he’d more likely stick a knife in him than have a conversation with him.
Terri slid open her coat, sh
