Monday evening, Rick left the house early, allowing himself a little extra time to find Ricochet Comics. He knew where Roseneath Avenue was downtown, but he also knew there was no real parking nearby, only what spots could be found along the street, and he didn’t know what kind of traffic to expect when most other people would be getting off from work. Worse, the area of the city where the comic shop was in was a network of one-way streets, and he wasn’t sure how many he’d have to go up—or down—before he’d find the shop or a place to park. So he left at four-thirty, hopefully giving himself plenty of time to show up and not be late.
It turned out he needn’t have worried. The comic shop was on the corner of Roseneath and Broad, Richmond’s major artery running right through the heart of the
