Chapter 5
Jacksonville, FL
Saturday—midmorning
ONCE I WAS ACROSS the river, I headed for Hendricks Avenue and the club. Well, the Club Baths, if you must know, but I wasn’t looking for s*x, not even close. The baths occupied a building that had originally been built to house a spa, and some of the spa features were still available. I found a place in the crowded parking lot, left my deck shoes in the car, and slipped into a pair of flip-flops. Inside the building, I checked in, paid the fee, surrendered my driver’s license and membership card, and was handed a towel along with a key on a flexible wristband. I went to the locker area, undressed, stowed my clothes and wallet, wrapped the towel around my waist, and slipped the wristband over my hand after securing the locker. Then I walked
