Chapter 8
Marcus was in his car, parked behind an older sedan on a side street. The sun had already set, and he was watching Manny Meskill, who had walked to the door of the old fourplex. A dark-haired woman in a brown service uniform had opened it to him, and Marcus wasn’t sure what had passed between them, but she had let him in after only a second. Nearly an hour had passed since.
He thought of Charlotte, whom he couldn’t figure out how to reason with. He’d never been so far offside before. Then his cell phone started ringing, and his sister’s name was on the call display.
“Hi, Karen,” he answered without taking his eyes off the rundown fourplex. He took in the city block, the overgrown yard, and the properties around it. Definitely a part of town where people scraped by. On his lapt
