Chapter Twenty-One
Tommy was on day-shift so it was almost six o'clock the following evening before she pulled up outside Dwayne Seckel's apartment building; a good time: Tenants were returning home from work and folks moved through the double front doors regularly as the City buses pulled up outside. She moved patiently along the sidewalk, waiting for the right opportunity; holding a quarter in the fingers of her right hand. The woman came along about ten minutes later.
The mark was about thirty-five... forty; carrying two bags of groceries. It had been a long work-day for her; she was harried but too nice to be rude. “I'm looking for a place,” Tommy asked, “do you know if there is an apartment available?”
“There usually is,” the woman said, helpfully. “You'd have to speak with the bui
