I strolled casually around the block sussing out any cameras. There weren't any, though there was a freakishly tall guy in a jacket with West Coast Security emblazoned on the back. I couldn't see his face, because his baseball cap was pulled low, but given his rigid stance, I'd bet he was ex-military.

Curious and curiouser.

Since I didn't want to attract attention, I crossed the street to the grimy convenience store selling long distance phone cards and bongs, spending ...