Chapter Nineteen
It was after seven o’ clock when I parked the rental car along the side of a street that I had once walked down just about every day. Zoe had rightly pointed out that we would be better with our own vehicle instead of taxis.
We were in Hoboken, an area I had never thought I’d see again, and it was both warmly familiar and alienating. A nice neighborhood, all things considered, quiet but close enough to the city. The leafy sidewalk was well-tended and welcoming, but I found myself checking left and right, wondering if another visit from armed goons was inevitable.
When all seemed quiet, I led Zoe a block over to a low, red-brick building and a familiar green entrance.
This was it; the place I had tried to forget.
It felt like a lifetime ago since I had been here.
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