Chapter 11
Woodson Halfway House was located in South San Francisco, on a winding road with a surprisingly good view of the Bay. Twenty years ago, it would’ve been considered dangerous, with its bad roof and slight lean. Now, the state was probably just glad they had somebody like Chandra Cunningham to shift some of their responsibility to, without having to worry too much about the potential repercussions.
Duke pulled up in front of the rambling three-story house and set the parking brake, grabbing his sunglasses before getting out of the car. A few other vehicles were parked in the spacious drive, all but one newer and flashier than his. That wasn’t unusual. Most of these halfway houses ended up being hotels for career criminals, giving them space to congregate and organize amongst the
