I figured I better go on to either Richmond's or Donovan's place before Rucksack called them and told them I was coming.
Richmond was a few minutes closer than Donovan so I hailed a cab and told him the address of the boarding house on Alvarado.
Half an hour later I was walking up the concrete path to the boarding house. It was a drab looking place; a two-story house with a gable roof, gray paint that was losing the will to live, and a brown lawn that had already lost it.
I could only imagine the people inside...