Their destination was one of the high-rise office buildings in the heart of Richmond, where the streets were crowded and narrow. Parking was limited to pay lots, metered spots on the street, and parking decks with daily rates. As a resident of the city, Matt refused to pay for parking. His belief was he’d find an open spot somewhere if it killed him. But by his third loop around the block, the clock showing they had a mere five minutes before the workshop began, Roxie snapped. “Just pull into the deck,” she said, pointing at the dark maw that led underground. When Matt began to argue, she told him, “I’ll get them to validate our ticket. You won’t have to pay.”
Grudgingly, he pulled into the deck. It took another few minutes to find a spot, and before Matt could even turn off the car, Roxi
