Chapter 8
The drive southwest to the apartment was uneventful; the streets themselves seemed lonely and a little forlorn, as if missing all of the daytime hustle that fed them. He drove past the Space Needle on the way and wasn’t able to resist an upward glance into the sky, but it was still empty.
Fifteen minutes later he was parked and walking to the front entrance of his apartment building when the strangest man he’d ever seen seemed to grow from the shadows.
“My good man,” he said, sweeping a large and baggy knit cap from his head and spilling the unruliest tangle of dreadlocks Kaine had ever seen. “I’m looking for a place called Danforth Halls. I came to visit my old maiden Aunt Ida, but I don’t want to wake her to find out of this is the place.”
“This is it,” Kaine said, thoug
