Ray had seen worse neighborhoods than Nick’s. The one the other day where Nick grew up and his mother still lived for example. Back in his residency days he’d even gone to some of Los Angeles’s gang areas to provide medical attention to those in need. Somewhere along the way, Ray realized he’d lost touch with these poorest citizens. He vowed to himself to get back to volunteering in the community even if he didn’t get elected.
He parked his car and clicked the locks, checking the area in front of Nick’s apartment building. No one seemed to be paying particular notice to him or his car.
Ray hurried up the walkway toward the building. He’d been very relieved when Nick called him. He wasn’t sure it would happen. He didn’t miss the way Nick had pulled back when they’d had their confrontation
