The man started the engine and headed his car to the next junction. I didn't feel like talking so I sat looking at the buildings we passed by. Big brownstones side by side, with clean but deserted-looking entrances. Thanks to the old lady, who had given me a nice lump sum of money for the rent before she left, I could keep my agency in one of most decent areas in Doylesburgh, which gave me a better chance for good clients and cases. I sneered in my thoughts when the car turned again and headed west to the busy business streets in Hammett Square.