Chapter 5Fifteen minutes later, after I’d paid the cab driver, I climbed out of the car on the corner of Denman Street. As I came up on David’s apartment complex on Morton, I had to slow down and take a second to get myself together. I’d walked past his building five or six times since my return to Vancouver!
He’d been right under my nose this whole time. Davie’s place was in a tower overlooking English Bay. I stared up at his building. So he’d finally made it into one of those high rises. Did he have a waterfront window? I hoped he did. David loved the bay. The action on its popular beach. He’d be on that beach next summer, cruising.
Everything was going to be all right. I’d get him back on his feet.
It was Friday evening, and now that the rain had stopped, people were out and about. I
