CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
As it turned out, Kirkpatrick’s information led them just six blocks further down the road. The section of South End really didn’t change all that much. The only difference between Kirkpatrick’s building and the building he sent them to was that it was sitting in the back of an alley that might have otherwise gone unnoticed.
Avery read the information on the sheet of paper Kirkpatrick had given them and tried to figure out why the name sounded so familiar. Rustin George, she thought. I know I’ve heard that name before. But if he has a s****l and aggravated assault charge on his record, it would make sense that I’ve either read or heard his name in passing.
While Ramirez parked at the back of the alley, directly in front of a door with a 233 over the door (per Kirkpat
