Tinderdale Bridge looked lackluster in the distance. A dark and shadowy arch crossed a cobblestone pathway that stretched under its graffiti-covered limestone. Misshapen drawings, initials, and obscene language covered its stony arch. The tunnel-like structure under the bridge resembled something out of a thriller, both a book and movie. The tunnel twisted to the left ever so slightly and lacked light. Everyone and anyone who had lived in Radar conceived the place dangerous after dark; the perfect place for a crime.
A young man was strangled to death under the bridge some three years ago; his perpetrator never found. Two rapes and many muggings also occurred under the bridge. Sometimes, a middle-aged queer hung out under the bridge, near its dark center, passing out or receiving blowjobs
