9.BLACK’S PAST TWO hours had consisted of stopping for gas, driving and parking strategically to make sure he wasn’t tailed, and contemplating his next move. His tank was full, no one was following him, and he was cruising through downtown South San Francisco. The town was small, clean, and a little busy. There were a number of people strolling the sidewalks. There were many cars, some parked, but most flowing on the roads.
He made a left and drove another quarter of a mile before he reached his destination. It was an orange-hued brick building at the top of a small hill. There were four white pillars standing before the building’s front entrance, and concrete steps leading up the hill to it. Black parked on the street in front of the building and hiked up the hill to the side entrance.
