Her apartment had been empty with the front door standing open when we arrived. Chester had her and I was going to get her and Jo back before the night was out. Jumping into Bronx’s Jeep, I let the troll drive us across town as he seemed to be the calmer of the two of us.Bronx and I prowled through the west side of Low Town, which was filled with rusting warehouses and steel mills, endless blocks of crowded row houses, and some excellent chili parlors. I didn’t spend much time over here, but I knew my way around.The large Victorian throw-back was up on a hill at the end of a long, gravel driveway as Evrain had described it. The place was situated at the end of a cul de sac, allowing us to do a quick drive-by to check it out. There was a sagging chain-link fence across the front of the drive and around the land with signs announcing that the place was condemned. At first glance, the place looked completely abandoned, with its overgrown yard, broken windows, and peeling white paint. As Bronx slowly turned his Jeep away from the house, I pulled out a spyglass and fully extended it as I twisted in my seat to stare out the back window at the house.“Are we pirates now?”
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