Chapter 3Yonge and Bloor Streets were where Toronto’s downtown began, and Jake thought of them as the unofficial borderline of the city. North of Bloor had banks and the Toronto Reference Library and the kind of cheap, everyday stores that belonged in strip malls. South of Bloor was everything else. Stores selling hundred-dollar jeans stood next to used-book shops and Internet cafés; restaurants that got featured in magazines shared the sidewalk with ones that didn’t look safe even to go through the door.
There were plenty of bars, too, dotting Yonge randomly all the way down to the lakeshore. But after Gabriel’s reaction the night before, Jake had promised himself he’d stay sober again tonight, despite how his guts were already churning with just the thought of looking at the tattoo desi
