CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“You sure we got the right address?” Bo asked as we eased down a residential boulevard with three-story brick rowhouses.
I unfolded a piece of paper from my coat pocket and read it again. Before I jumped in the car, I had pulled Cassius Joyner’s home address from the white page phonebook in my hallway.
Don’t judge—yes, I use a phonebook. And yes, I’m old-school. Joyner was from the older school—probably impossible to find him using an internet search. Supernatural apothecaries don’t like to draw attention to themselves.
We were a few neighborhoods away in the Soulard neighborhood. Joyner ran an apothecary in Soulard Market, and he lived only a few blocks from the market.
Bo stayed in the center of a narrow street surrounded by brick row houses on both sides.
St. Lou
