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hat passed, walking a labradoodle on a leash. The cab crept by a gourmet cheese shop, a store that sold
musical
instruments, and a quaint school, its tiny playground behind a polished iron fence. Spencer studied
the printouts she’d made of the photos Michael Hutchins had sent the other day. Her future home
might
just be on the very next block. She scanned the street in anticipation.
“Miss?” The cab driver swiveled around, eyeing her. Spencer jumped. “Did you say two twenty-three
Perry?”
“Two twenty-three Perry, that’s right.” Spencer had the address memorized.
The driver peered out the window. He wore thick glasses and had a pen tucked behind his ear. “There is
no
two twenty-three Perry. It would be in the Hudson.”
Sure enough, they were at the very west end of Manhattan. Across the West Side Highway was a
promenade,
full of walkers and bikers. Beyond that was the Hudson River. Beyond that was New Jersey.
“Oh.” Spencer frowned. She rifled through her notes. Michael hadn’t included the address in his e-mail,
nor
could she find the doodle from the other day. “Well, maybe I got the address wrong. You can let me off
here.”
She thrust a couple of bills at the driver and got out. The cab took a right at the light, and Spencer
whirled
around, puzzled. She started walking east, crossing Washington, then Greenwich. Michael had told her
that
the apartment was right around the corner from Marc Jacobs, which was at Perry and Bleecker. The
numbers
of the buildings around it were 92 Perry. Eighty-four Perry. Had the apartment’s address been one of
those?
She kept walking up Perry to make sure, but the numbers on the apartment buildings kept going down,
not