Johnathan Harshbinner’s print shop stood just off of Main Street. It took up half of the first story of a brick building that was well over a century old. Above it were two stories of old apartments. The streetlights showed the apartment windows to be dirty with no curtains and several having pigeon droppings scattered around. That suggested they were unoccupied.
The print shop had a large display window to either side of the street entrance. A gray Lincoln Town Car from the late 70s sat with its engine running across the street. It was in near pristine condition, and that probably said something, but Maddock wasn’t sure what. The driver sat smoking a cigarette and observing the minimal street traffic. Lights were on somewhere in the back of the print shop, but nobody was in the front are
