He was working his way up the food chain and was getting close to the top. He had hit the docks, night after night, following the lead he had gotten from the drug dealer who had shot Barber. From there he had gone to the Sodo district, Downtown, and finally a rundown apartment building up on Pill Hill. Each drug dealer leading him to another location and another dealer higher up the totem pole. Now he found himself watching and waiting outside an apartment building with boarded up windows, and a jagged crack running through the masonry from the bottom floor all the way to the top. He knew what he was looking for, a man named Jeb. A man, he was told after some brutal convincing, who had all the right connections. He had only a brief description of the man, crooked nose, black hair, and a pock marked face, but Carter figured that the combination was unique enough that he would spot this drug dealer relatively easy once presented with the man. Carter waited for hours, almost completely through the night and he was about to give up, when a man fitting the description finally emerged from within the crap-tacular fortress.
