Chapter 12

“Lots of gays live in the San Marco area,” Quentin said. “Not as many as there are in Riverside and Avondale, but quite a few.”

They came to a traffic light, and Chris could see a large Baptist Church on the corner.

“The guy who told me about the baths said that the Baptists could climb up to their bell tower with binoculars and see the rooftop deck on the baths,” Chris said.

“Pretty much.”

Quentin turned left when the light changed, drove past a building, then turned right into a long parking area.

“The entrance is there on the side of the building,” he said, “and this parking area ends at the next street. It’s a fairly safe neighborhood, so I don’t think anybody will bother Mabel.”

“That’s good to know. Thanks.”

“We’ll go back a different way, so you can see more of the city.”

“My time is your time,” Chris said. “At least until five when I have to meet Tom and Noah.”

“They’re a great couple, aren’t they?”

“Seems that way.”