CHAPTER 16
The train howled into the station. Sardine special, Tana thought, as the doors slid open and she pushed her way into the hot, overcrowded car. It was packed with rush hour commuters who endured the ride because they had to, and because they knew that fighting traffic on the Bay Bridge during commute times would be far worse and take even longer. The riders who were lucky enough to score seats either stared at their cellphones and tablets or closed their eyes and pretended to be somewhere else. Tana spent the hour it took to get there crammed in by the doors as more and more riders squeezed in around her. By the time she disembarked at the El Cerrito station, night had swept across the city, and Tana was grateful for the cool bay breeze blowing down San Pablo Avenue as she walke
