Chapter 17At six thirty, Brian drove past 600 Fifth Street. It was one more in a series of ground floor banks with thirty-five floors of offices stacked above. Brian circled the block, studying the building and the driveways leading in and out. He thought about how long it would take to get out of the parking structure and the neighborhood itself. After driving past the building a second time, he drove back toward Ninth Street. When he reached Ninth, he made a right and drove precisely two miles, slowing to take note of his surroundings. An old man in tattered clothing, pushing a shopping cart full of cardboard, cloth, and aluminum cans, walked slowly along the sidewalk. The surrounding buildings had been boarded up, or simply left with broken windows and now served as shelter for the loca
