Chapter 39: The Drift
Studio 39
6:55 P.M.
After leaving Clarissa’s empty condominium, I ended up at The Drift; a line of abandoned fishery buildings that local artists, including Gregg Hofflander, had taken over, creating their studios. Rent came cheap, the studios were large, and the place no longer smelled like shrimp. There were sixty-seven studios in all, most of which were occupied by starving artists of various ages. Gregg’s studio was number thirty-nine.
Barred windows and three steel doors accessorized the studio’s entrance. Two of the doors were locked. The third wasn’t and gave me the opportunity for an illegal entry, which I implemented with ease and caution.
Gregg’s studio was vast in size like the others to its left and right. Thirty-foot ceilings were comprised of steel
