CHAPTER FIFTEEN
One hour later, I stood in front of a large, seemingly abandoned three-story apartment building in downtown Golden City in my Beams costume. As Adams had said, the building was located opposite the Munroe Acquisitions, Inc. headquarters, which shone a brilliant crystalline sheen in the mid February sun. The apartment building, on the other hand, looked small and dinky, with all of its windows boarded up and its front steps chipped and covered with trash due to neglect.
Its windows had probably been boarded up for decades, but I thought it gave an excellent advantage to whoever was inside it waiting for me. The boarded up windows meant that I couldn’t get a glimpse of Rubberman’s kidnapper or the kidnapper’s allies, which meant I was going in more or less blind.
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