Chapter 20Steve
By the time I finally made it back to the parking lot at my apartment complex, I was exhausted. My head dropped down onto the steering wheel for a while before I could even bring myself to start dragging all my stuff inside. A trip which usually only took about three hours had taken almost seven hours this time.
It took me four trips up and down two flights of stairs to get all my luggage carried back up to my apartment on the third floor. I didn’t want to risk leaving anything in the car that might make a break-in more tempting since my rent-controlled apartment was in such a cruddy neighborhood. It seemed like more than half my neighbors were either drug addicts or ex-convicts, and the police were constantly showing up to break up domestic disputes.
After I’d dropped a
