As we pulled into the street, I caught sight of the darkened stadium lights rising up from AT&T Park and knew we were somewhere in the SoMa district. Glancing down at the dashboard clock, I realized it was almost five in the morning. I"d been knocked out for hours. Except for the occasional early morning commuter or trash truck, the streets were empty and quiet. I leaned back and closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew we were pulling into the garage of my building. Billy parked and came around to assist me. I needed her help climbing out of the low bucket seat, but once I was standing I could walk to the elevator on my own.
She unlocked my front door, grabbed my elbow, and led me to the couch, then dumped my personal items onto the nearest table and disappeared down the hallway. When s
