Chapter 13: Detective Bobby Carlton
March 17
I showed a house to a young, gay couple who had their first-time buyer hearts set on living inside Bakery Square, owning a two-bedroom shoebox of a Tudor, and being social with their middle-class neighbors. Everyone knew Bakery Square had recently been dubbed Pittsburgh’s Soho. The units were small, the gays snappy, and the yards immaculate, most of which were cared for on Saturday afternoons by their owners.
Casey and Martin, both professors at Pitt, wanted to put a bid in for 939 Bakery Square.
I warned them, “You’re a little low and will be laughed at. It’s a six-digit house. You can’t offend the buyer by coming in under one hundred.”
As they consulted in the house’s miniature living room area about their offer, my cellphone beeped with
