—William Shakespeare To discern why his wife’s grave had been moved and where he might find it now, to say nothing of how his own house in Echo Park had, seemingly, become the property of someone else, Sumida would begin his research at the LA Department of Public Records, which was located in a large granite building near the corner of Spring and Temple Streets. He parked his stolen car in an alley off First Street, where it was unlikely to be noticed by any police while he was inside doing his research. He climbed the steps of the Hall of Records, passed through a nine-foot-tall revolving door, and crossed to the information desk at the center of a crowded, marble lobby. “Death records?” he asked. A woman answered without looking up. “Birth and death, second floor,” she said, doubtless for the ten-thousandth time. Sumida was glad she hadn’t looked up, glad she hadn’t asked his name, glad she hadn’t given him what would likely have been the same long, angry glare he’d seen more often these past twelve hours than in all the previous years of his life.
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