Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 19

Just when I was about to give up I saw an envelope. It was from Claudia to her parents. Under Claudia's name on the envelope was an address shining like a lighthouse surrounded by mirrors. An address in San Francisco.

I contemplated the best way to get up there. I didn't want to take a bus and couldn't afford a plane ticket, so I guessed I would be driving the nearly 400 miles.

As soon as I got back from Europe I had bought a used 1942 Pontiac Torpedo Sedan Coupe. I guessed I would be testing that baby out...