Richards Studio was easy enough to find; it was part of a strip of small storefronts facing Short Pump Town Center, a large pedestrian mall on the northside of Richmond. Even on Sunday, the streets around Short Pump were congested, though most of the stores in the strip where the studio was located were closed for the day, which helped with parking. The only places open nearby were a Starbucks coffee shop at the end of the strip, and a Sweet Frog frozen Yogurt next door.
Preston spotted Cam’s car already parked in front of the studio as soon as he pulled into the parking lot, though he didn’t recognize the minivan beside it. The open side door indicated whoever owned the van was someone Cam knew; he leaned out the window of his car, talking with the van’s occupants, and without even seein
