Chapter 13

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Blake lives in an older section of the city—nothing high class, just row upon row of brownstone townhouses that look identical in the hazy glow of street lamps. Dane gets off the Metro, turns around to get his bearings, then starts down the sidewalk at a fast clip, holding onto his guitar strap with one hand, the bag strap with the other. Two blocks from the stop, that’s what Randy told him, and he keeps his head down so he doesn’t meet anyone’s eye. He doesn’t want to get stopped at this time of the evening by anyone out here on the street.