Chapter 3
Jove waited out Seattle’s last daylight hour in the city’s old underground, what once had been the city before fire had destroyed twenty-five blocks of it over a hundred years before. The post 1898 city, the modern Seattle, stood seventeen feet above the ruins of the old, and though they had tried to close off the old rooms and sidewalks to vagrants and scum like him, many of them did find their way in.
A small part of the old underground had been restored, there were guided tours, lots of noisy, laughing visitors snapping pictures of the quaint and antique rooms, vaults and passages, but they never came to his part of the old city.
They said it was unsafe, and in more than one way, and Jove supposed they were right, but for him it was safer than the streets, safer than the o
