Chapter 4I knew where Luke was living. We still had friends in common. He moved out, moved away, but not all that far. Though far, close, none of it mattered, at least not to me. I again turned to Yuri. “We’ll be back.”
He shrugged, sat on the bed, started down at the bottle that had given him so much and had taken so much more away. “Not like I’m going anywhere.” He handed the item over with no reluctance.
I turned to Genie, blinked. A blink is all it ever took. I’d have to try snapping my fingers. That seemed a more magical approach. Trite but true. In any case, we were suddenly standing outside an apartment building I’d driven by countless times before.
We walked up. There was a directory listing outside the front door, a row of buzzers. Luke worked from home most days. He was bound
