The young people walked three blocks.
“Here ‘tis,” Jacob bowed, sweeping his arm across the front of a narrow, purple Queen Anne. “Thirty-four seventy Chicago Avenue South. Home sweet home.” He hopped up the steps and saluted.
Dread swept over Sher. As Kris stepped onto the stairs, Sher touched her arm to stop her. Focused on the thought of food and drink on big tables inside, Kris continued up the stairs. Sher’s stomach growled. She acquiesced. They’d just get some food. Then find a park to sleep in.
Inside was dark except for light beneath a door down the hall. Muffled music and voices emerged from the back. To their right stairs ran up to the second story. At the bottom of the stairs a closed pocket door hid the living room from view. Jacob pulled the heavy door behind them with a th
