Chapter 3Suburbs. It was late, but there was still plenty of time before sunrise – the moon hung low over the spiky firs and spruces. A lone truck coughed out thick fumes from its exhaust pipe and glided along the winding street gleaming with rain. The downpour had ended, and now only isolated drops were falling on the window of the cab, hiding three tired and upset men inside.
Wright slowed down and pulled over to the sideway, next to a massive two-storey edifice of brown and grey brick, topped with a mansard roof, with numerous balconies and very tall windows. It was undoubtedly one of the oldest buildings in Boston, which caught the attention, with its silhouette.
“You stay here, kid” growled Adrien, stabbing the specky furiously with his finger. “If you even breathe a word, your face
