The meeting was held in a building I would never have found on my own.
Not the warehouse on Pell Lane. A different location. Larger. On the other side of the city in an area that had the particular feeling of a place that minded its own business and expected the same courtesy in return.
Cade took me on the motorcycle.
I had stopped thinking of it as unusual by this point. The helmet. The cold air. My hands on his stomach. All of it had become something I did without ceremony which was its own kind of thing to notice.
We arrived at seven fifty.
The building had a metal shutter across the front that was down and locked. Cade took us around to a back entrance where two men stood outside in jackets that were not quite heavy enough for the cold but that they wore without complaint. They lo
