Once again, they took Deacon’s car. As they approached the area where Tony lived, Jack commented with no small amount of glee, “This sure is a downgrade from the neighborhood where we lived before you left him, Max.”
“No kidding. On the other hand, considering where he spent the last twelve years, it probably looks pretty good to him.”
Max wondered if that was true when he saw the rundown apartment building that matched the address they had for Tony. The brick front was dirty and scrawled with graffiti. The lone bush under one of the windows was leafless and looked as if it had been that way for a long time, despite the fact it was still early autumn.
Deacon parked out front, then they all walked up the short path to the front stoop. There was a bank of call buttons, some of them missin
