Rita and Tyrone lived off Hull Street in a rundown apartment building called the Bluebird Arms. When they got out of the car, the door to the rental office flew open and a tall man with shoulder length gray hair ran over.
“There you are. I’ve been worried sick about you.” The man cried. Rita flew into his arms while Tyrone stood back respectfully.
“Mr. Tulley, you have no idea what we’ve…”
“I know exactly what you’ve been through. Those men who’ve been sabotaging the building beat the crap out of Tyrone.” The man crouched down in front of the boy and examined his broken arm.
“You were very brave confronting those men. But don’t you dare do that again. Mrs. Bolt in 2C called me right after it happened. She saw the whole thing, told me you saw them sneaking around the back to the basemen
