Walking Shadows 2: I go by Stomp.
This Ian kid started to weep as he slowly rose from the futon. Garrett didn’t know what to say. Here this kid showed up on his doorstep and starting lobbing crazy stories. He couldn’t begin to believe them, but knew he also couldn’t have some crying teenager either in his living room or leaving his house in the middle of the night.
“Look,” he said. “I’ll go with you and help you find the other people on this list of yours. Maybe they can help you figure out what happened to you. But I’m not going to fight someone else’s fights. I’m a showman and a community leader, not some kind of superhero.”
“I don’t need a defender,” Ian said. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “I just need answers.”
The apartment complex at 34114 Reagan Avenue was nothing to write home about. Garrett wasn’t even sure he should have brought Ian here, but after a fifteen minute drive in his Impala, they were going to find out whether this list of his was the real deal.
The building was little more than a tenement with paint peeling from decaying bricks and broken windows boarded up around the entrance. Bars and a wire mesh covered the glass front door.
“Not very inviting,” Garrett said with a weak smile. He climbed the steps and stopped in front of the call box. “What was the apartment number?”
