LEAVING THE JUNGLE, Will descended a stairway from the roof to the floor below, the floor called “Will’s Room.” Several rooms, actually, covering the entire top level, two stories high. This was his living space, so it contained everything he included in a daily routine. To him, this was home.
When his parents had disappeared, they were leasing these two floors. One level had been their home apartments, plus their business offices. The second level had contained a restoration lab and a gallery for selling “recovered” artifacts to top-end buyers. An offsite warehouse had held any finds not on display or awaiting restoration.
As Will’s Dream Rider empire grew, so had his holdings in this tower. Eventually, he’d bought the entire building and converted floors as he wished. He’d started with
