John Steel had taken a cab back to his apartment. The ride was quiet and uneventful. The cabby had talked of most of the way, not that Steel had not taken much notice and had replied with some friendly-sounding grunts. As the yellow Ford pulled up outside the address, Steel paid then climbed out onto the sidewalk. Steel watched the cab car"s taillights disappear into the mass of traffic that was moving slowly like some cumbersome beast.
Steel entered the vast brick monstrosity built in the 30 – all Redbrick and windows.
Steel considered it had more class than the modern steel and glass buildings. It had character. Like the Cromwellian mansion he had lived in back home in England. Unfortunately, Steel was the son of an Earl since his parent"s murder years ago, which had passed to him and
