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6 Rebecca was strangely silent as Richie drove to her apartment. He guessed she was trying to put together all he had told her about the Ruskies with what she also knew about her friend. He felt bad for her; he knew she had been hit hard by her friend’s death and was trying not to show it. It wasn’t working. And he was quite willing to be her personal Comforter-in-Chief. Her apartment was midway up the south side of Nob Hill. At the very top of the hill were the famous Mark Hopkins and Fairmont hotels along with gentlemen’s clubs for uber-rich of the city, plus Grace Cathedral where all of them could go when they needed to seek forgiveness. Downhill from Rebecca’s apartment sat the seedy Tenderloin where prostitutes openly lined the streets each night. Surrounding her were expensive s