Chapter 19. I pointed the car toward Riverton. I don't really know why, except we had been

talking about the place for most of the day, and it occurred to me I hadn't been there for years.

Nobody went to Riverton. It wasn't exactly a slum. Most of the places in the city that qualified

for that name were pretty strongly weighted with one ethnic population or another. There were

poor places, to be sure, and outsiders were often afraid of them, but they could

also be vibrant and full of life.

I grant you, that was taking sort of a national geographic approach, and I'm sure that people

in places like Meadow View and Topside might take odds with the idea, but there were people

there.

Riverton was just kind of empty. I had no trouble finding a place to

park. That much was certain. When we stepped out onto the streets, mine was the only car in sight.

Cozy, I said. I don't remember it being like this, Trixie said, but it's been a while. Yeah, I said.

So what are we doing here, she asked. I don't know,' I said, looking around at all of the nothing.

"'Oh, good,' she said.

"'At least there's a plan.'

"'You got your notes with you?' I asked.

"'Sure,' she said, warily.

"'Bring them on,' I said.

"'Let's walk the route.'

"'What's the point?' she asked.

"'No idea,' I said with a shrug.

"'Let's find out.' out. She looked at me like she was wishing me a large fatal bowel obstruction, but she took her

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