CHAPTER EIGHT
It was easy to find Luis Marmalejo’s headquarters and main base of operation. It was a rundown-looking building located among the back alleys of Accord, barely visible unless you were deliberately looking for it, and even if you found it, you might not realize what it was. I half-wondered if the only reason Luis’ base hadn’t been torn down yet by some amage real estate developer was because Luis had placed some illusion on the place to make amages turn away from it.
In any case, about half an hour after I left my apartment, I arrived at the back door. I knocked on the weather-beaten door a few times and stepped back, my arms folded behind my back, while Simon sat off a little to the side. Unlike me, Simon didn’t want anything to do with Luis, which I could understand. Luis
