Dalton James could hear the heavy footsteps banging against wooden stairs.
He'd always been able to hear them. His office was very much on the old side of things. Mt.
Pleasant, Cleveland. This was Browns country and moreover, this was one of the city's worst
neighborhoods. The rent was cheap enough and the building had been everything Dalton had
desired. Even down to the shitty wooden steps which led up from the street below. A warning
system, if nothing more.