Chapter 169

THIRD PERSON POV

The city looked different from this side of it. Not the glass and marble of uptown, not the prim, manicured blocks where doormen tipped their hats and women carried little dogs in designer bags. No, here the air tasted of rust and rain-soaked asphalt. The buildings sagged inward, windows boarded or spiderwebbed with cracks, the kind of places rats claimed long before tenants.