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The Hub was located at the three-way intersection of Grand Avenue, Roosevelt Street, and Fifteenth Avenue. The old building reminded me of an inverted boat, with a keel that rose into the sky. It started out as a car dealership, later converted to a bank, then became the home for the Phoenix Council on the Arts.
For the past few years, it had served as a coworking space for solo entrepreneurs. Most members were in the tech industry, a few were artists, and then there was me, a bounty hunter.
The parking lot was small, but Conor and I managed to grab the last two spaces and hustled inside the glass doors to get out of the heat.
The interior was an open grungy industrial space with a cracked cement slab for a floor, pockmarked with divots from where they’d pulled out the walls. Dozens
